Few bites from the pizza, a white glistening portion of plate was the only remains of the tapioca, miniature pools of gravy told of the mashed potatoes demise, and two empty glasses stained with red and white told the composition of the tray. Still no order served. Hungry, disappointed, and exhausted the youth leaves. A deafening noise can be distinguished, but barely. Unrecognizable vibrations make the chest cavity tighten.
Butterflies swirl out of an empty stomach.
Multitudes of young people zip by rudely pushing us aside to get as the heart of the college cafeteria. Still, a constant buzz just above the level of speech. The pounding seems to synchronize with the heart. Recognition set in as it is perceived as music. This music nowadays is nothing but terrible noise that was made to annoy us old folk.