morgueville,heartland living.

the picturesque canvas that stretches over the blue sky takes your mind away from the fatigue and strain. and the cool sea breeze tickles your skin while the entirety of the body is glisten with sweat. every meal was something to look forward to, despite the fact that the variety seems suspiciously similar.

conformity is the only rule here. and it is almost impossible to single out an individual. everyone, and everything is and has to be the same. everyone had trouble recognising each other initially. you have to turn yourself into monicagellar-on-steroid while preparing for standby-area/bed. there are specific requisites for the longitunal positioning of every single detail in your bunk. it is a freespirit's nightmare.

patience is a non-existent virtue here. efficiency has never been more sought after. and this is not even the mainland. it is like the epicentre of all things fast and furious. always on time. hardly any time to breathe.

it is not entirely bad. but i don't look forward to it. maybe march8th.