It really does remind me of Atlantis. Expansive, idyllic city-state with bastioned Greco-Roman architecture dedicated to cryptic, apocryphal knowledge. In a way, it is an island– totally independent from the affluent Californian townships that surround it: all 8000+ acres of it has its own zip code. As a drunk from the high desert of dry campus’ and fervent D U/W I, I marvel at the bars on the literal opposite side of the street, a simple straight stumble a few hundred feet from the front door of dormitories. Perhaps the most evolved form of the Ivy League.
The fuckin palm trees are way weird, though.