posted on: Thursday April 22, 2010
Conor Leary ’11 / Portfolio Editor
As outlandish as it might seem, Sylvan Norwood was granted his solitude inside the courtyard, where rain still drizzled through the dawn over the victim of the devilish crime. Darwin performed a series of unspoken instructions. Sylvan’s eyebrows gestured when Darwin should remove specific volumes. Tightened corners of his mouth ordered Darwin to set them down in a dry place. Amongst the moisture, Darwin deciphered a plan to turn his hat into a clever tent.Sylvan whispered quietly into the storm. It had settled its looming eye over his work.