Male, Australian, 22 years old. |
Completed high school 2010, BFA at National Art School 2013.
With the Stars Gazing DownThe Professor -- few knew his name, and fewer still seemed to use it -- lived alone in a cabin in the woods, outside the village. He kept very much to himself, and, as is often the case with such individuals, had developed a somewhat mythical standing with the villagers. Most were content to speculate; I, however, had been gifted with a somewhat more inquisitive bent, and some time ago I had taken it upon myself to visit him. Not knowing quite what to expect, I had been surprised to find that the Professor, far from being a cantankerous terror or a lecherous deviant, was in fact perfectly normal. He had welcomed me with a smile, and listened patiently while I haltingly explained my presence; he had offered me tea, and applauded what he called my "adventurous spirit". I had left that day feeling pleasantly satisfied, and before long found myself visiting again.With the Stars Gazing Down by samjo989
The Professor's cabin was a small, wooden affair, somewhat ramshackle in appearance -- a far cry from the sturdy houses of the