"Sit With Me" Locative Project

As cliche as it can seem, campus has been the most important location to my life. Despite the traveling I've done, this has been a home I've made. So I decided to celebrate the location and the two and a  half years I've been here. I wanted to demonstrate what it means to me that I met my best friend at this location. 

I originally wanted to make a Locative Narrative that resembled "Snow" by Shelley Jackson, but if I wanted to make typography, I could only find a few sights on campus with a soft, flat surface. If only it had rained more. 

I chose to use Google Maps as my tool to demonstrate this narrative. I actually really enjoy how this turned out and have put below the full text, though it is short. While I have listed in a chronological timeline, you can view them in whatever order you feel. The locations of the events are what matter to me more so than the order.

I didn't want to pick out every single location that demonstrated how our relationship grew, just the ones that are the most important to me. Hence why it is in first person primarily. After walking around campus, I realized that my favorite thing to do with my favorite person is to just be still, sit a while. So I tried to capture some locations on campus that meant something to me when I sat there with him.



I was new and unprepared. All I had to do was turn to see the laugh that I knew would belong to someone important. We were sitting, he and I. I was sitting one row ahead with only him in my sights when I turned around. He wore the same shirt I had: light blue, white text. I couldn't hide my smile. 
Down the hall. He was just around the corner from me. Walk with me. Talk with me. 
Sit with me. "Sit with me," he called across the room. English Composition I. I was taken.
Hours and hours. Fog in front of our faces in the cold air. Hours of us on this bench. He took the time to know me. He gave me his coat to sit longer. Hours before he kissed me. He kissed me until morning.
"You're my favorite person." his shoulder being my familiar lounge for almost two years now. Rain dances under the lights and I'm wrapped in him. His hoodie, his arms, his smell. I couldn't be warmer. I sit with him for hours.
Home. This blanket, this wall, and this nook in an otherwise shitty dorm is home. Sit with me. Stay with me.