There are some places where you come to find a living, there are some places you are showered with joy. There are some places where you come to find memories, there are some where you just create them. There are some places where one comes with a baggage to empty, there are some places where you take more souvenirs to carry than you had.
MICA is one
place where one comes running away from the outside world, desperately in
search of a shelter, a roof, a home. And then there are some who come here just
to get out in the sun, taking flight from their nests for the first time. But
this all hardly matters once you are here. The sun shines so bright here that
it blinds you if you try to look beyond, the moon so bright that it floods the
canvas with silver, the walls so high that not even Pandora’s troubles can
trespass.
We come
here with a bag of our own sorrows, to purge amongst these red bricks. We
laugh, we cry, we stifle out tears, we hide our smiles, we become one. We are
all generalizations here. How many times have each one of us laughed at one of
friend’s jokes through tears? How many times have we laughed in fear and in
despair? There is only as much a person can do, but there’s so much this place
can do. We all have.
