Student Rooms

Room made out of blizzard-blocks
Empty but furnished.
Colour of sour milk with a blood-red trim.
Sharp corners pointing at an impostor.

Each dweller brings their own heat,
blizzard-blocks melt into the atmosphere.
Red trim racing around the ceiling rapidly,
chasing it's tail.
Luminaire, Excitement.

Still. Stagnant. Silent.
Keeping each settler's secrets religiously.
At night it creaks and groans,
Holding the weight of the inhabitants on its shoulders.

Self-contained. Cult-like.
It's another world inside.
Virtual reality, surrealism
distanced but vibrant.

Full.
Filled.