ABANDONED BOTTLE PILE GROWS UNCONTROLLABLY
CAN NOTHING STOP THEIR ACCUMULATION?
TRASHCAN ONLY FEET AWAY

PRACTICING THE TIME-HONORED ART OF JOURNALISM can make anyone thirsty, and this year's Cagli Project group is no different. Primavera di Popoli, Lilia, Motette, Maniva, Levissima... the brands of Italian bottled water drank by the students slip off the well-lubricated tongue like Roman poetry of old. Indeed, as we raise these bottles of fresh, cool mineral water to our dry, eager mouths, parched by 8am Italian lessons, who among us does not feel something of the poet in ourselves?

And, as we guzzle with reckless abandon the clear, limpid water, we feel a certain refreshment coming over us; a wave of well-being, if you will. We are often so refreshed that our thoughts drift elsewhere, to a land of milk and honey, to a place where the commonplace notions of cleaning up after ourselves seem to no longer exist.

It is in this faraway land that many students seem to find themselves daily, for, after availing themselves of the thirst-quenching properties inherent in bottled water, these students cast their bottles to the floor, leaving them to roll about freely.

Your humble editor has taken it upon himself to collect these ownerless bottles periodically and place them on a windowsill. Take a look at them: a visual representation of our collective laziness, there for all to see.