It Starts in the Eyes Madie Phillips, '23 Floating in seas of white, They become heavy Marbles. The weight Of the world, of constant Observation, held Within. And even the Bluest become the most Turbulent of oceans; the Deepest of browns Become the rockiest Of mountaintops. but soon those ellipses cannot contain the weight anymore. it spreads downward and begins its pollution, the marbles too heavy, exhausting the foundation below as it turns to the ashy gray of crumbling cobble- stones, the purple of a wilting iris. It starts in the eyes, in the absorbers of humanity and its tribulations, before engulfing the rest of the exterior: the slouching and the yawning and the sighing. All before, finally, it begins to take over the soul.