Arjun Vijay Prakash

a student’s case for why school wastes the hours of people who want to work. the bus. The bell rings at 2:10, and dispersal runs until 2:20, but the bus doesn’t arrive until 3:15 or 3:20. So I wait. School is behind me, the bus is nowhere to be found, and nearly an hour goes by. Then the ride takes about 40 minutes, and I reach home somewhere between 3:50 and 4:10. I start with the bus because it never made it into the rant I typed in my class group. The rant had everything else in it. the nine minutes. ...

the first thing i wanted to see, every morning, was you. Pierre-Auguste Renoir — The Daydream. it was past midnight, the 18th of september, and i started the day with your eyes because why not? there is no other perfect start to the day that i know of. i told you i’d thought about this earlier too, but never really told you about it, so here it is, my love, for you. i told you i want these eyes waking up next to me in the morning. that i want them to be the first thing i see when i open mine. that i want...

the last month and a half, in your words and mine. Claude Monet — Main Path Through the Garden at Giverny. the regular days looked like this the whole time. this time i’m doing something out of the ordinary, i will not be writing about a big day. RATHER i just wanted the regular ones, the days in the last month and a half, because all of them live in a chat that disappears in a single scroll. so here they are, for you, in writing, so they can’t disappear like a chat does. it starts on the 6th of august, ...