http://jerusalem-s.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] jerusalem-s.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2005-11-17 07:27 am
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Journalism Class - Thursday November 17

Sitting on Spider's desk is one of these. Beside it is a small placard reading 'One hundred words on your thoughts/reactions, please. Exactly.'





((OOC: And to avoid any misunderstandings, ignore the numbers. I didn't have time to remove them from the picture.

[identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com 2005-11-17 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Skulls always make me think of that play that I can’t talk about because the protagonist goes to this school our mortality. The very fact that I can see this skull? Means someone died.

Why did they die? How? Who were they? Were they a parent, a sibling, a child? They were someone’s friend or colleague - how do those left behind feel?

Did this person die just so that I can write something for my journalism class? I’d like to think that their life - my life - everyone’s lives - have more meaning than that. But I don’t suppose we’ll ever know, now.