Nights at Skidmore are a bit of blur these days. Back and forth from the library to the studio, in and out of the dining hall and late night, and everything else that has my feet moving me to another point and time. Northwood stops, late night cigarette breaks, cups of tea at burgesse, the list goes on. Nothing really seems to stand out during all of this; everything is happening and I'm letting my mind lead the way. Enjoy some randoms of these parts of the night.