This place is comfortable.
Of course, this is The Cove. This is the area that we have come to, in many ways, love. They kicked us out of our last cove.
We were raucous.
They were tech dudes.
Like fire and gas.
Our new home sits alongside the the back of Cournell Lecture hall, and since we are still very very loud, I assume that we'll be out of there by the beginning of this upcoming school year. Not that this is a problem as we are a dying place, a dying hangout. The influx of new crew to our galley has been poor the past years, we have only 4 underclassmen (2 sophmores 2 Juniors) to show for so much time(I don't count freshmen. They havn't had time to soak in the heady brew that is our magic. Well, that's one word for it.) I don't believe in the possiblity of them as successors. Morning noon or night it's the same drivel on pointless games and meaningless squabbles. But they're freshmen, what more could I expect of Guppies?
We lounge as we did before and will again. Against the wall, any of the three pillars which serve as backrests and territory marks, even on the ground. We have claimed this place and we learn more of it every day. The sophmore we call 'Keeenah' enjoys the grassy mound near the right exit of the cove, the gamers prefer around the corner(where the power outlets are) and the rest of us fit in between. We are comfortable with each other, yes, but the comfort comes from serperation. Every contact with others is filtered in some way through computers or games. Isolation is the order of the day. The concrete wall provides a buffer against the wind and a easy table or stool for any who need it. We recently found a picnic bench and claimed it. I feel it was a good acquistion as it was in the Montegue field, abandoned. Like a ship, scuttled and left to the mercy of her mother, the sea.
Sadly, we don't hold much in common with each other anymore. Every day there is a new crack in the foundation of our alliance, a new diversion, new computer, new game that we cling to, our rafts in the fray. I fear that we are tearing each other apart but it should be so. Soon we shall leave and our home shall return to the nothing that it was. It will once again be nothing but space covered in concrete; devoid of the love that we gave it and the shelter it gave us.
But for now, this place is still comfortable. It is our home port, our bay, our Cove. There can be no other.
Sadly we are but few, we rise as islands in the glistening archipelago that is our world, our life.
Soon there will be none of us.
We will be washed away as so much jetsam on the tide.
