Every part of his body was numb as he stepped out of the water,his dive computer read fifty-eight minutes yet the salt on his skin told him otherwise.
He put on his black raincoat in an attempt to beat the cold and slowly made his way to class.the sun was much higher now.The man on the screen was talking about schools as factories which were set up for the industrial age.
He stepped out between lectures to grab a coffee.On the way to the coffee shop he looked up and a mural caught his eye;a journalist killed years ago.He sipped his coffee and made his way to the next lecture.In the next room they were talking about an excerpt from a book on the island’s economy written by the same journalist’s son.
In the library he read marx and a thin paper on the island’s education system.Halfway down the text some words caught his eye he underlined them.He wrote down culture = “an argument we keep having about what is meaningful”
In that moment time froze. he thought about the campus: the mural, the memes,the diveshop,and the bus stops all as small rooms where we keep having this argument.He saw the absurdity ,how some people are allowed to have voices while others are silenced.
By this time the sun had almost set,the day finally caught up to him and he found himself in the same bay as morning ;he pulled up his collar and lit a cigarette.This time he noticed his hands stopped trembling.
Leave a Reply