Like rain and Buddy Cianci’s face during election season, the SciLi is an inescapable part of our daily life. Indeed, Brown’s very own fourteen-story “fuck you” to beauty is visible from almost anywhere in Providence. If the British had invaded Rhode Island, Paul Revere would have looked up at the SciLi for instructions.
I was curious if the SciLi was capable of not being seen, so I invited it to play a game of hide-and-go-seek with me.
One sunny day in October
Three…Two….One. Ready or not, here I come!
I see you! You’re behind that lamppost! You’re gonna have to find a better hiding place than that to fool me, kiddo. I’m a hide-and-go-seek champion! Raaaaa!
Wait, where are you going? I found you, the game’s over, come back!
Do you want to keep playing? We can keep playing if that’s what you want. Also, I can still see you behind that tree. Are you even listening to me?
I do not feel like you are listening to me.
Are you mad at me because I gloated about finding you so quickly? If you are, I’m sorry. That was rude of me. Please stop running away.
Seriously, where the fuck are you going?