Bwog ventured into the dark heart of Butler to snap some photos of the most lived-in cubicles, desks, and chairs. Columbia, what we saw, it frightened us: A Red Bull bottle converted into a flower vase for a single dying rose, sheets and sheets of notebook paper used as a make-shift gum cemetery, more of 212’s salads than we’d ever cared to smell–we thought we had seen it all.
But then a boy, having noticed our camera, went up Bwog and informed us that somewhere on the fourth floor, a creature was dwelling who had taped pictures of her family on the walls. While we weren’t able to locate this girl, we encourage you to email us (firstname.lastname@example.org) artifacts from your own Butler safari or photos of your workspace. More photos after the jump.