"Many people don't think art matters much in this world of technology and scientific advancement, but art makes us human. It's more than a Van Gogh painting design for a tote bag or a Shakespeare's poetry as an aesthetic cover over a notebook. It's more than an idea forgotten or distorted. Storytelling has been a part of human civilization ever since it started, it's thousands of years old, and it was always valuable to us because it speaks to us. It allows us those moments of fragility that makes us human. That connect to each other.

But being fragile now makes us afraid. Because we like to believe that we are more than who we are. Everything that's produced now is an overconsuming glamour. Art has become a commodity, and so have we. But true art that touches the human inside us. That touches our emotions, and establishes that fundamental difference between a human and an all-feeling machine. I want to make to make art like that,"

Professor Griffin smiled at me and asked me to sit down.
"I have high hopes from you now, Dep," She looked at me and I smiled nervously. What a weird day. After the two hour long lecture, I walk out of the class with my books. I checked my timetable on my phone, my next lecture is exactly two hours from now and then I'm done for the day. As I walked to the canteen to have my lunch, I stuffed my books into my bag while walking there but I couldn't because of that black hoodie I had stuffed in my bag.

I wondered where I'd find him, so that I could finally this cursed hoodie to him. I carried it everywhere with me. Suddenly, I heard someone yell and turned back. It was a dude, running towards me. I looked at him as he finally stood before me. He was taller than me, brown with dark eyes and a perm. He was probably South Asian.

"You were really good today, Daffine" He smiled at me.
"Thanks," I turned back and walked towards the canteen. I can look into his eyes and tell you now, he does not want to be friends. I stare at him as his friends giggle and chatter about him after he was done with that little conversation with him. What a simple creature. OUCH!

Casper sat beside me and pulled my cheek, "Casper!"
"You are thinking shit in your head again, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not...OWWW!" I slapped his hand away and sat on my seat, "How was your first day at university?"
"Oh, it was so good. I already know who I wanna date,"

Date? "You like someone already? You fall in love with people too fast," I drank some juice to wash down my spicy cheese sandwich.
"Well, you know, some people just have something about them," Casper took my juice bottle and drank it, "Something that makes them get into your head. And from there, they are just...

Irresistible,"

-To be continued