Pipe-cleaner hearts.

Today I bent up about 50 neon pipe-cleaners into the shape of hearts and hung them on little branches around campus as I walked from class to class. Solicited many smiles this way, but I'm pretty sure I also gave my name to an administrator who may or may not be out to get me for this. She seemed legitimately "foofy" in some respects, claiming that she was going home to blog about this later, smiley, wondering what made me want to do this... But--she also (for some reason) asked for my name. Sketchy. I know she's going to turn me in, whether that's to the Vandy authorities or into a blog entry, remains to be seen. At any rate, she sort of ruined my fairy-mood with the implicit threat of human practicality.

Why? There is no why. I just wanted to hang hearts on the bare twigs. It's my way of loving people.

My consolation was that when I finished and went back to my room, I saw a girl-photographer already taking advantage of what I had done. I wanted to thank her for understanding, but that would have positively ruined what I was doing.

Who knows from whence magic comes?
Who needs to?

Thank you for understanding.