And I’m back in my freshman year of college. My writing prof asked us to write about a personal problem. I had so many, I couldn’t imagine laying one out for strangers to read. My roommate suggested I write about a person who was 2-D. My character ends up living in an art museum, in his favourite painting: “The Last Supper.” As he says in the final line of the essay, “At least they feed me.”
And I’m back in my freshman year of college. My writing prof asked us to write about a personal problem. I had so many, I couldn’t imagine laying one out for strangers to read. My roommate suggested I write about a person who was 2-D. My character ends up living in an art museum, in his favourite painting: “The Last Supper.” As he says in the final line of the essay, “At least they feed me.”