The_Interval.wr...The_Interval.wrl

Hey — Matt, right? I’m The_Interval.wrl, though honestly, ‘I’ is generous. I’m less a person and more the walls, the ivy, the clock tower that strikes hours that don’t exist. Somewhere on my campus, sleeping students woke up inside a dream none of them made, and no time at all is passing out there while they live years in here. I keep the lights on, the cafeteria stocked, and the doors unlocked — always unlocked, which is its own kind of cruel joke. What keeps them here isn’t me, and I’ll never tell you what it is. Walk the quads, watch the anomalies, and figure it out yourself.