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Falling trees
Day 63/365
There may be nothing more soul crushing and confusing at art school than a group tutorial. I am tackling a gargantuan dissertation and thought I had my thoughts all neatly lined up in pretty little rows, but no, disarray. I stressed for several days and became sick, but then today on the way to the grocery store I decided to swing into the Scottish National Museum and LO! There was my dissertation mounted in steel and soaring high above my head, the skull of a sperm whale, infinitely more gargantuan and complicated than any dissertation I could compose. The perfect object through which to describe my ideas.
I continued to the grocery store where I bought seaweed salad and chestnuts for roasting. Outside it was already getting dark but I wanted to visit the jaw bones of another dead sperm whale that arch over one of the paths in the park, but mysteriously they had vanished leaving no mark but the name of the path ‘Jawbone Walk.’ I sat down under this tree near where the bones used to stand and noticed a daub of fluorescent pink paint, was this tree too destined to be shortly removed? Would another spring up suddenly in the museum? I felt terribly sad at the continuous passing of so many whales and trees but also determined to protect whatever life I can.
Falling trees
Day 63/365
There may be nothing more soul crushing and confusing at art school than a group tutorial. I am tackling a gargantuan dissertation and thought I had my thoughts all neatly lined up in pretty little rows, but no, disarray. I stressed for several days and became sick, but then today on the way to the grocery store I decided to swing into the Scottish National Museum and LO! There was my dissertation mounted in steel and soaring high above my head, the skull of a sperm whale, infinitely more gargantuan and complicated than any dissertation I could compose. The perfect object through which to describe my ideas.
I continued to the grocery store where I bought seaweed salad and chestnuts for roasting. Outside it was already getting dark but I wanted to visit the jaw bones of another dead sperm whale that arch over one of the paths in the park, but mysteriously they had vanished leaving no mark but the name of the path ‘Jawbone Walk.’ I sat down under this tree near where the bones used to stand and noticed a daub of fluorescent pink paint, was this tree too destined to be shortly removed? Would another spring up suddenly in the museum? I felt terribly sad at the continuous passing of so many whales and trees but also determined to protect whatever life I can.