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Galleria di Hesburgh Sarah Kikel
at night, the lights in Hesburgh lose their phosphorescence, tainting the second floor in dusty haze as we descend into antiquity. all around me are marble pillars surrounded by chairs of stone, rigid monuments to the pursuit of truth—or knowledge— remains to be told. within the paper walls, my companions, statues, posed in traditional form. pursed lips, carved in silence, awaiting the final chisel to be set free. still, in evening, emerging from stone in various stages of completion on the holy ground as Olympus slumbers.
