By Rachel Freeman

Sitting alone at the bar in Murphy’s on a Thursday night nursing two whiskey sours, Eric Velzis pulled out a small notebook. He scanned the space bustling with college students, all unaware they would soon be subjects of a poem.

Exploring club culture, he moved from his perch at the bar to another beside the dance floor, then finally to a table surrounded by a crowd. He continuously recorded what he observed and captured the scene through his senses.

Despite the drinks in their hands, to Velzis everyone around him looked thirsty.

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