The emperor has no clothes on

I'd like to get on a canoe right now and paddle away, down the streets of the university, or up to the stacks, anywhere but in this place which seems to physically reach into me and squeeze something vital. I want to see a large body of water and feel some sort of breeze; I can't believe I'm sweating in mid-November. In this climate, that should be a crime of some sort. All their fancy landscaping, and they couldn't add one stream. We've got trees and flowerbeds teeming, if they can be said to teem, with the occasional squirrel leaping between the trees and the occassional human animal sitting on a flowerbed to eat their goddamn hot dog, but not one piece of moving water, not one stream or brook or rivulet or cascade.

To be fair, there is a hidden fountain close to the IT centre, but I would have much preferred something with a little more fractal character in it. That, or an Escher fountain. I'd like to see those engineers accomplish that.

Lazy thought to consider: "Stalin and Gandhi were contemporaneous."