Hello hello! Welcome to another edition of OVERHEARD AT KENYON, where we tell you all the weird and whimsical things your peers have been saying around campus. This week, due to finals and such we have lots of special gems for you!
No we don’t.
Everyone is dead. All that can be heard is lawnmowers at eight in the morning and the quiet moans of despair as each student swirls down into their own personal hell-mouth covered in 3×5 index cards.
We are one with the void.
Escape is futile.