He has traveled far and wide, there’s more to that aura than there appears to be. His soul does not travel, so much as wade. He is stagnant. . . Waiting for the current to change so it will take him to the next horizon. -Biset Nkrumah
Leon’s soul craves for the next journey; however he feels subdued for reasons he is not certain of.
Leon resides on the Fourth Floor, Room: D3
The Vignettes
Leon De Leon passes by Alphonse DeGrange who had just finished hanging up a poster for an art exposition. "Thinking of signing up for the exposition?" Alphonse asked as Leon seemed clearly interested.
"I wish I could, I feel like everything is being done now days. Not sure how I could stand out from the fray of scrambling artists."
"I've seen you in the building, but I've never asked you what you do."
Leon puffed his cheeks out into a long exhale. "I just blow glass for a living, make bottles and things..."
Alphonse shrugged. "Well in a sea of canvases..." He suggested with his arm to the sign before walking towards his next stop.
Leon looked at the sign and quietly pondered the possibilities.