I was cleaning my archives (and my bedroom, and my basement, and my brain), and I found some old drafts of a project from college. The whole class did posters which had to entail the phrase “to & fro,” but otherwise were free to do as we pleased. These are drafts, yes, but I thought they were sweet and reminded me of my last days at Drake.
I suppose they also align with the cabin fever (come on, spring!) I’ve been feeling, and the intense desire to jet off someplace, planless. I’m not sure if he means for it to be a positive or negative thing, but I’m feelin’ it.