The Utopian Semester Once upon a time there was a mind. Its citizens were the thoughts that daily rushed upon its neurotic highways and byways. Every thought bore a smile and the sun was always shining. Everyone always asked how their fellows were doing. Every time the answer was always the same: “I'm doing well! And how are you this swell day?” and everyone always replied with the same rigid cheerfulness, for truly, deep down, they knew that no one was well and that the days there were never swell. To start I figured a setting was needed. Our apartment is a three person unit on the bottom floor of a larger complex. My roommates and I share a bathroom. The apartment itself faces due north and is tucked, quite literally, underneath the four person apartment above us. The apartment has satirically come to be known as 'The Dungeon.' It has six total windows, three of which face north, and the people living above us are the extant common ancestors of humans and elephants. Insulation seems to have been installed with the intention of heating the City of Fort Collins rather than the unit. Light is always readily visible lining the frame of our front door, and the only