on tuesday, i saw quite a few boxes of flowers in the lobby, but apparently everyone had the same idea because it was today that the flower deliveries have really poured in. coming in after breakfast i stalk past the boxes and vases and went upstairs to fetch my many-flowered scarf. and later as i left for class i sailed haughtily past the roses in the lobby knowing that i had far more beautiful camellias around my neck, but also trying to keep down the bubbling laughter, because of course one was conscious of the haughtiness and knew it absurd. and yet i thought to myself, laughter rising, that these are still my flower-like years.