Cups. Everywhere.
But here the real moment.
2:40 PM.
Cups.
On windowsills.
Inside backpacks that were zipped shut.
No one puts them there.
No one remembers the first one.
Ceramic. Paper. Glass.
All silent. All still warm.
A cup on a car.
Let's not ask.
She just drives slower now.
Whispers in the quad:
“It’s the hour of vessels.”
“The university is thirsty.”
At 2:41, nothing changes.
Just more cups.
And less certainty.
CUPS
UPSC
PSCU
SCUP