With the now melodic buzz, and army of students ran, chanting things about how summer had just began. For we had endured lessons and teachers aplenty, so with this new found freedom we were floored. There was much to be done. And, as for limitations we had none. Suddenly, we could made promises and plans, activities to do, spots for tans. I was going to leap over every hurdle, and if I knocked them down, my mood would not curdle. It is so easy when the sun beats on your face to forget that you belong to the human race.
So what did I really do this summer? Nothing really. But saying that makes the affair seem glummer than it was. See we always ask about what we did during the season, but I see no reason not to ask what I didn’t. My favorite type of photographic print has always been a negative one. The art of what isn’t there as opposed to what is. It is an artist’s quiz to the public: look at the empty instead of the there. They scream to take their dare. So don’t ask me a question that’s me done before. Ask me one new, I implore. So what didn’t I do this summer? I didn’t do half the things I said I would. Bummer. I never woke up everyday to jog, and when I made it out it was more of a slog. And, what a pity, I didn’t take the train down into the city more than twice. I stayed in my room. If I am a flower, I chose not to bloom. I didn’t do all these trivial tasks, and sometimes I couldn’t make the convivial attitude last. I didn’t solve the great caper about fixing the world upon reading the paper. I didn’t go to Syria, and stop what seems like bacteria putting matches in already hot flames. I instead read people’s claims. And it seems like everyone has the solution, but it seems with every new resolution more people die. This summer, I did not cry. And the why is simply because it feels like there is a drought of tears. In Russia, gays are not able to come out and our drones can shatter bones like the hand of God from the sky. I did not cry about the kidnapped girl, nor get caught up in the NSA revolutionary whirl. I just sat in my chair, hand buried in my hair thinking people out there are dying. And we as a nation, a planet, are shying away from action because we might be wrong. And, yeah, we might, but I would rather that than just going along with this with a ho hum attitude. Some people say “Stay out of it;” some, “bomb them until they submit.” But I say that we need to stop thinking like they are our enemies or a problem of tactics. We cannot keep lowering the loss of human life to statistics. They are people. And people are dying. If just one of us begins denying that fact, that we are mocking the lives lost. And isn’t bliss such a heavy cost for ignorance? And I want a future where I can reminisce about the “good old days,” but the good old days seem to be gone. So we are left wondering why we didn’t use brains or brawn; left watching as our inaction leads to a chain reaction that, in the end, boils down to more loss. This summer I didn’t sit by a cross and pray. I didn’t find some magical way to make all better. No mother’s kiss for this wounded planet. And the others cried, maybe they are better than me. But we can’t hand out tears to block bullets, can we? And they say in times like these there have always been times like these. So could someone find the right textbook or article please, because god knows I have tried but I am just a particle in this giant quilt. But it seems to me the only place the world isn’t on fire is where we are drowning in guilt. Because people are dying and politicians are sighing about the increased amount of paper to push. And I’ve had enough beating around the bush. People are dying out there at alarming rates. And the United States doesn’t have a clue, only schools to screw. And that is where we come in. And don’t tell me to “take it on the chin” and get back to my work. This planet is berserk. So what didn’t I do last season? I found no solution within reason. But to answer your original acquisition, what did I do this summer? I goddamned tried.
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Anonymous Eagle
10/6/2013 08:09:15 am
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Kanade Moete
10/9/2013 08:00:50 am
This is amazing... It really speaks the truth. I will always remember this piece of work. I totally relate to this... I always think those same things. Keep up the wonderful work :)
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