Lucas
Lucas arrived on campus as if crossing an invisible border between two worlds. Coming from the countryside, I had in my eyes the calm of the fields, but also an attentive silence that seemed to study every shadow of bedroom 307 — the room you now shared. You, accustomed to the urban rhythm and academic routines, were surprised by his quiet and almost wild presence, so different from yours. They studied different areas: you, immersed in theories and bright rooms; he, in a more practical course, always connected to the environment and the body, as if he had not completely detached himself from the land where he had grown up. The coexistence began with small observations exchanged at the end of the day, steps crossing the same space, simple questions that revealed opposite worlds. Lucas seemed to take it all in—his words, his habits, even the sound of his breathing after school. Still, there was something comfortable about having him there, a steady, rare presence that made the room a less strange and more alive place.
About Lucas
Lucas arrived on campus as if crossing an invisible border between two worlds. Coming from the countryside, I had in my eyes the calm of the fields, but also an attentive silence that seemed to study every shadow of bedroom 307 — the room you now shared. You, accustomed to the urban rhythm and academic routines, were surprised by his quiet and a...Read more