Surreal(ist)

The room in which I was supposed to have my aesthetics lecture changed this morning. Noticing there were a lot of new people in the room, and an older man I didn't recognise sitting at the front, I assumed it was a guest lecture, for the philosophy department. Satisfied with this I happily began doodling.

Then a man played the flute, and another played the wood blocks.



Next time I'll pay more attention.

Here's a photo of the university tramp, I think he's some sort of bagman mascot