Day-Werewolf

So. Our first writing exercise in my writing class was to define what we thought "our times" meant. Here's my little piece. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Our times. What defines the era in which we live? Most would say advances in technology, as things grow onto a more global scale every day. To me, though I would say that we are defined by our continuing separation from nature, from keeping things local and slow paced.  So many people do their work online, talking with people they have never met. In doing so we continue to make our

Pervasive silence fills the air, deafening despite the lack of noise. It seems to press down on me, trying to push me into thoughts I do not want to think. Thoughts of complete quiet, of sterile white and painful black. And there is a woman there, in these thoughts of mine, dressed in that same too bright white and a too cheerful smile on her face. She tells me it’s time to go. That the doctor is expecting me, but all I do is back away. I don’t trust her. And as she cautiously draws closer, acting as though I am a rabid animal, not a human being, I know. I know that to here I am just that. I’m not a human. To her I am an ani

So today I had to go to jury duty (ugh) and luckily got dismissed by like 11. So instead of going to school like a good girl what did I do? Go home and get in the car with my mother and Aunt. The three of us then went down to Roger Dean Stadium and spent about 3 hours in the sunlight watching Spring Training baseball. It was wonderful (even if the Fish did loose to the Lastros with a score of 4-0) and what made it even better is that not only did I get a little stress relief baseball thing from the nozzle nolen truck, I got it signed. By young mister Christian Yelich. Made the loss bearable.