Literature
Human Potential
The professor paces, each sharp turn sending his coat swishing through the air. "Pain," he announces, with the arch sort of tone only the purely egotistical or delusional can muster--oftentimes both. "Pain is not a sensation...no, it is more than that. It is an experience, one which is servile to its context, to its intensity..."
Rain patters over the metal roof, tinny and constant, the sound providing the sole definition to the passage of time. A nameless girl at the front of the speckled grey desks stares dully at the wall, as though there were a window.
"What's the difference between a cruel joke from a friend, or from a stranger...?" Tu
