With every stone they shut off their memories in a box. With every wall they hide their each face. No one could ever break those walls. Sometimes we might get a window, but not for long. You can only see the person as they show themselves.
Additionally, when they were asked what happened, they replied nothing happened to them. Illustrating that their fear took over and in their head they believed the walls were going to crush them. Yet, when they turned on the lights they were okay and the walls were still at their original places. Although the experiment sort of failed, it was another example of how science helps to prove and test in order to let the people know what to expect and not fear
Professors won’t deal with each other to schedule their requirements on their respective subject, so the students will have to bear the work maybe with the same deadline or not. Sometimes my body goes with all the pressure that I have to finish, I got sick, I got drowned on things I have to do. But when I remind myself to laugh, I constantly leave for a while and cheer myself up to strengthen again myself in order to get back on work. I always remind myself that there is nothing that I can do to escape from all the responsibilities, instead, finish it and laugh again
Imagine being sat in a small box, and just doing the same thing over and over again. You would slowly go insane, or just get tired of everything. The need for something new and different will slowly, but surely sneak up on you, and eventually take control. You want freedom. The freedom that has been tearing you up from the inside will be, and you want to achieve it at all costs.
We all have a treasure box tucked on the top shelf of our closet. There is sits, laced in a layer of dust, sealed only by cobwebs. From the outside, our box is quiet and appears forgotten. Inside there is colorful evidence of adventure, love, beauty, travels and life. In the same box, with our most valuable treasures, are whatnots we no longer care about, illegible scribbled notes, and curiosities of no significance to us.
This feature of the garden corresponds to Foucault’s notion that the “heterotopic site is not freely accessible like a public place” and therefore “always presupposes a system of opening and closing that both isolates [it] and makes [it] penetrable” (26). Accordingly, the children gain control over the garden, as Gillian Adams notes, “by granting access to the secret to a privileged few” (303). Thus, the secret Garden is divided into two worlds; the world of adults and
How can they watch the scene and have no reaction, no response to improve to what’s better? We can though believe in something: They’re maybe able to hide their emotions and act in a cold way, but they are unquestionably touched. They avoid reacting just because it is something they learned through life. This lesson they acquired is however, destructing their spirit, destroying their nature, nature of being human, a human reacting and
They were exceptional treasures for the observers we were as we would tirelessly falter the boundary between the mundane and the extraordinary until we ran out of imagination. “Can all wishes come true?” I asked him. “I don’t know. If you have a strong heart, maybe you can turn them all into reality.” “But Keon, some things are impossible. For instance, what you just wished for.
This place was starting to freak us out more and more and we were only in the first room. The furniture was old and falling apart. We all split up into groups just in case anything happens. Brooke and I explore the house together while angel and peyton did the same. Eventually it became really dark outside and with no power it was hard to see inside the house.