SHACK

Tell me you have a boring life and I'll tell you to open your eyes, open your mind and get off your backside.

For, around every NEW corner lies the unexpected, the new and the fresh, to change your day.

Routine is the birthplace of monotony, the crucible of mental slavery.

Here, in this corner of a city high school (a concrete obstruction to learning), I found true spirit.

Who was it who had been given free rein to paint the shack with mind-shifting colour (where none existed before, except the blandness of pale plaster)?

From whence came the origins of his/her culture?

And what happened to the rest of the tin?


NAMASTÉ