Chapters.

Every flip of a page is defined by a chapter. Whether it's a chapter title or a page in a new chapter. Regardless of which, every thing in life finds order within a chapter.

This chapter is called reconcilliation.

The scent of the wall plasters bring about an unnatural sense of belonging, of burdens unwarranted by the devastating sense that at one point in my life I was confined to these walls. The silent ding of recognition unsurpassable by any other sound in the world save for the guttural grinding of the cable wires harrassing the gyros situated deep inside the shaft snap me out of my reverie.

I was home. Yet, my journey is incomplete. I have made it into the building but fail to cement myself within their ranks. The officers of the regiment dauntingly observing me as I strut hither and fro within the very walls I have condemened.

"It's all good and romantic when you look at it from an outsiders point of view" Ian says. "but what about when you start working there?"

"True" I reply in kind. Fixated on my plate of rice I think back to the days of high school and social conformity.

Oh to be enrolled in this school I thought. The glamour and the social life to be had. One would think that to be enrolled in this school was to be invited to a prestigious gala event that last a whole 5 years.

Was I mistaken the teachers were snubbish, the students a hellish lot fit for the 7th circle of hell and the conditions of the school itself was short of the district prison.

"All i'm saying is that you should try it on for size" as if a shoe could be compared to a career.

But in our mind's mind we agree wholeheartedly.

We'll see what this new chapter brings to our life. The sights and the smells bring back a fruity realization that not all that glitters is gold.