Our memories are like a city: we tear some structures down, and we use rubble of the old to raise up new ones. Some memories are bright glass, blindingly beautiful when they catch the sun, but then there are the darker days, when they reflect only the crumbling walls of their derelict neighbours. Some memories are buried under years of patient construction; their echoing halls may never again be seen or walked down, but still they are the foundations for everything that stands above them.
"Glas told me once that that’s what people are, mostly: memories, the memories in their own heads, and the memories of them in other people’s. And if memories are like a city, and we are our memories, then we are like cities too. I’ve always taken comfort in that.
i am angry
The thing you hear adults call teenagers the most after ‘lazy’ is angry.
Why are you so angry?
The other day I was making a scrapbook for a school assignment and I was reading newspaper articles for it. The first thing I find is an article about the water crisis and global warming and hey, if we don’t do anything then in a couple of years a billion more people will lack access to water!
The we is my generation.
A few flicks later the journalist comments on the ‘situation’ in Gaza, links it to Egypt and Libya and Palestine, and I read through the deaths as a crying little girl watches me from the top of the page. ‘The conflict is ongoing, but the UN is hesitant to interfere’, because we all know the situation can only worsen and then ‘we’ can deal with it.
I drop the newspaper and turn to magazines- after a moment, side to side, lie an article informing women on what is too prudish and what is to slutty and a column about what kind of girls to go for during the holidays.
Here, there is no ‘we’, because there is no problem in sight.
On my phone I am assailed by reports from Ferguson, but the shock is not great because I’ve gotten used to the tear gas and images of dead black kids labeled criminals by the people meant to protect them.
Then there is news on the economic crisis.
Why am I angry?
Because if you say wars, women repressed, economic crisis and black people horribly mistreated, I won’t be able to tell if you’re talking about 1930 or 2014, unless you add in pollution and overpopulation.
I am angry because we are called lazy when we are under more pressure than anyone before us.
I am angry because we are called materialistic. We don’t want the Lamborghini, we want a job!
We don’t want a mansion, we want peace- for a day, a week, please!
We don’t want a giant TV, we want someone to patch up the hole in the ozone layer, or maybe give us some equality, but that someone won’t be the ones who created this mess!
I am angry because I am 80% disillusioned, 10% worried and 10% hoping for the bright future we were lead to hope for until we realized we were meant to make it happen!
I am angry because when the world’s problems aren’t ignored, the world is criticized, and no one bothers to think that they have made it this way!
I am angry because I can say sexism, racism, homophobia, war, disease, pollution, and go on for years, but the older generation will prefer to call us the selfie generation than do anything to fix them!
I am angry because #yolo is trending without knowing that it’s true because we don’t know if we’ll even have a chance at a future.
I am angry, yes, because you have messed up this world for us to fix, but I don’t know if we can fix it.
But yeah, ask me again why I’m angry.
i don’t know why everyone makes the grim reaper out to be a bad guy i mean he’s just taking to you to the afterlife it’s not like he killed you it’s actually quite nice of him to walk you there imagine if you had to go alone
For those who are curious, this is how my bedroom/bathroom looks 365 days out of the year. :) Yes, it’s my ACTUAL bedroom. And I’m proud to say, I decorated it all myself. I don’t just have a blog about Halloween, I LIVE it. It’s my inspiration. Much like this blog, Halloween is every day of the year in my world.
Reactions to this morning’s Ferguson police press conference, which was ostensibly to release the name of the officer who murdered Michael Brown, but turned out to be a hackjob smear campaign on the victim.
Links to all original sources here.
Keep questioning them