Remanence

A gunshot; a terrified screech echos. The child's facial expression. 

Filling with anxiety he identifies the culprits twisted smile. 

And the American badge. 

Scanning the dead, feeling the bloody footprints, a devastated family- reality hits. 

Tasting his hopelessness, terror impinges, all virtue has faded. 

Puking, shaking, panicking. The body, intestines, this souls stopped heart.  

He is an American soldier, now longing for morality. 

The war has set. 

LIfe is a Masterpiece

"What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is related only to objects and not as individuals, or to life. That art is something which is specialized or which is done by experts who are artists. But couldn't everyone's life become a work of art? Why should the lamp, or the house be an art object but, bot our life?" Michael Fourcault

I agree and disagree with this quote. In the beginning Michael mentions "what strikes me is the fact that in our society..." These words are generalizing all of society, which then makes this quote accurate. But as an individual I completely disagree, I look at my life as my masterpiece. When my life ends it's journey the people who were in my life will be impacted. I will leave a mark on at least one person. Now, on the other hand, in society things are very much materialistic; who has the hottest fashion, the nicest car, fanciest phone ect. Because of this we don't see the true-self of a person, we see what what they present themselves to be. Making me wonder how their life is viewed, how each person feels about themselves, and the others around them, wondering if to them art is the painting of the lamp, of the architecture of the house. Coming back to a more personal note I truly believe that I am my masterpiece, what I leave behind is my work of art. I am embrace who I am as a person, something I have just recently learned. I have begun the countdown of senior year along with many others, and because of this new found personal acceptance I am coming to school and making my last moments at Monarch blissful. Ignoring what I don't want to deal with, smiling at any chance, and attempting a better understanding with the people who I have been around the last four years. I am ecstatic to be so close to the end, and ever more ecstatic for what is next. My masterpiece is not nearly finished.