New York The faded white light descending from the lone street lamp glows onto the hill of snow lining the alley way, the shards of ice twinkling in the glare like Christmas lights— flickering in a fluid pattern. A stray cat meowing and a muffled argument involving yelling and door slams hangs throughout the air, partnered with a gentle hum of an apartment heater. An icy wind blows stranded pieces of trash into an unknown darkness and a smell of rum and hard liquor loiters between the buildings. The sense of solitude urges and lurks near your ankles, crawling up your spine. Isabelle Kantz ’16
14 Pillars of Salt
