"I spread the map out on the dining room table, and I held down the corners with cans of V8. The dots from where I'd found things looked like the stars in the universe. I connected them, like an astrologer, and if you squinted your eyes like a Chinese person, it kind of looked like the word 'fragile.' Fragile. What was fragile? Was Central Park fragile? Was nature fragile? Were the things I found fragile? A thumbtack isn't fragile. Is a bent spoon fragile? I erased, and connected the dots in a different way, to make 'door.' Fragile? Door? Then I thought of porte, which is French for door, obviously. I erased and connected the dots to make 'porte.' I had the revelation that I could connect the dots to make 'cyborg,' and 'platypus,' and 'boobs,'
Reykjavik looked at me confused, “Why’d you do that?” I was confused too, “Wasn’t me” I stammered, choking over dust . We looked up, and saw the silver concrete rebar (not exactly the best fashion material) start to crack, the wires twisting and turning. “Yeeaahhh, we should go” Reykjavik yelled over the sounds of upstairs, “I second that” I said, and we went upstairs.
The site located on Poyntz Avenue and 11th Street in Manhattan, Kansas. There are two areas on the site; one part has many trees and would be more difficult to change existing topography and the other has no trees and house a greater opportunity to change topography. The trees on the east end of the site are to be kept. Existing street lights are updated to direct light down. Circular structures throughout City Park can be used as a design
Lizzy shuddered. It was cold in the cave. She rolled over, idly wondering whether she was awake – it was so hard to tell, lately. A chill ran up where her skin touched the freezing floor. No wait, not floor. It was the metal, she remembered. That was all it was to her now, metal, even though once she had craved it; had needed it. No more. Just metal. She yawned and turned again. Her movements spread out her hoard over the cave floor like gravel. She would have to get up soon, she knew, but not yet.
From the start, the media's influence in the Central Park Five case is very evident . Before the adolescents’ were even sent to trial, the media had already portrayed the teens as criminals and had essentially declared them guilty of the crime. The way newspapers and television covered the case and talked about the boys made it clear that their intentions were to make people believe these five teenage boys were, in fact, guilty. They used words like “savages” and “wolf pack” to give the audience the impression that these teenage boys were not good people; they gave them a bad image before they could actually explain themselves. By using words like the ones above, the media dehumanizes the teenage boys. These kinds of phrases and words are what will catch the reader's attention and, in some cases, the reader might actually forget that these articles are talking about actual human beings and not a “wolf pack”.
He’d discovered the tables now and was staring at the pile. It looked like the work of a miniaturist beaver; a heap of objects that was illegible yet clearly not random. To Sasha’s eye, it almost shook under its load of embarrassments and close shaves and little triumphs and moments of pure exhalation. It contained years of her life compressed...
The door swung open with the amount of vigorous forced used by Babe Ruth to hit a homerun. The sound of the dilapidated, white wood smashing into the wall created goosebumps along my spine, as if a small spider was crawling up my back. Broken glass scattered the floor. The torn, black sheets on my bed laid the floor from the previous childlike tantrum. A single candle, with its flame still alive, remained from the outrageous outbreak.
It might be falling apart, but it is home. That stuck-up woman wants it demolished. Let it piss her off who cares if she screams so loud, she knocks Putney Mountain clean over into Kentucky,” he laughed slapping the side of his legs with his hands. Perking up his ears, Claude listened. “I didn’t mention it, but the other day,” Mr. Cassidy said, “I had a close call, I started to cross the busy street and saw a car coming towards me. Thinking I had plenty of time to get to the other side, I pushed the cart off the curb and started across. Speeding up in her shiny BMW she zipped by me like a bullet? The wind knocked my cart over in the street. Within a few minutes, she returned and stopped for a moment to watch me pick up my cans and bottles. Someday, she’ll get what’s coming to her,” he said shaking his
The documentary The Central Park Five highlights the flaws of the American judicial system and the ways that it directly targets African Americans. On April 19, 1989 Trisha Meili was attacked whilst jogging in Central Park. This attack resulted in five young boys— Korey Wise, Kevin Richardson, Raymond Santana, Yusef Salaam, and Antron McCraylost—losing their youth and any chance at a normal life when they were wrongfully imprisoned for a crime they did not commit. The documentary focuses on humanizing the five men in efforts to put a face to injustice. Their incarceration was a result of socioeconomic factors combined with the institutional racism that is embedded not only within our judicial system but permeates our society as a whole. By looking at the political and economic climate of the 1970s and 1980s, the film highlights the effects of wealth
Being both a district and a public park in the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea, Holland Park escorts is located in west London and is known for its high-class shopping, restaurants and very attractive and large townhouses in Victorian style. If you are interested in visiting near other strikingly prestigious London areas, you will be pleased to know that they include Notting Hill, High Street Kensington and Portobello Market. As far as the transport to this locale is concerned, it is conceivable through Holland Park tube station, which is on Central line of the London Underground. There are various things to see and do with the escorts in Holland Park in the zone. Firstly, you can head to Holland Park’s extensive Gardens for a radiant,
This is not going to end well. Talisa’s prediction bounced around her head as she stared at the five objects lying in front of her. She was never good with assembling anything, yet here she was with the small paper sitting menacingly on the wooden table; if that were even possible. Despite the simple steps, Talisa would ever so often scrunch up her face at the faded ink.
The house was in complete disorder. One could see signs of intense struggle inside. If one looked closely one could even see signs of someone desperately searching for something. It was unknown if the thing they were searching had been found or not.
“Brilliant, although lengthy, observation,” said Avian, bending down to look at the sign. The pieces of wood looked like it had seen better days; the white paint was splintering off, the lower arrow pointing at the backtracking path seemed like it was about to fall off, for it spun on the single hammered-in nail when Avian poked it, and the entire thing was hanging sideways in the ooze like a lone pine on uneven ground after a
"My Agate, I believe that the Pink Quartz is ready to emerge. I-I'm not sure though, my readings said that it seems... malformed," a mysterious voice said. "What do I care? Just... just get it out of that useless Earth. We need more soldiers, anyways." This mysterious "Agate" sounded strict and harsh. "You know, Peridot, we've had too many mishaps in this kindergarten. Do you have any idea why?" Agate said. "Well, this kindergarten was made too quickly. Maybe the next should have more thought put into it," the Peridot continued,"Anyways, I'll let this Quartz out." There was a weird drilling sound above me.
The distinction between fragile, failing, and failed remains difficult to decipher since many of the same characteristics come into
But, since I’ve literally written that on this paper it, like what I’m saying right now, that makes it even more trippy and inception-y, and everything. Back on track, I interject into my own thoughts a lot, and you can generally tell by the tone of my voice and tilt of my head what layer of thought process I’m in. Of course, it totally doesn’t matter, and I’ll I’m doing is essentially warning you about how confusing all of this is going to be, knowing full well that this is going to be a confusing explanation and I shouldn’t have said anything at all, but that’s not who I am to not explain everything as much as I can, with as much space as I feel I can reasonably allow. I am not a concise person. What I have written here I will be saying word for word, but with a gagillion other little interjections as well. Due to my acute level of self-awareness, I have vastly cut down what I was going to say, knowing, that I will say so much more in actuality.