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bliumchikPeople never think about the plant life. There's a tree in the yard of someone on our block with pink flowers. All through summer, on one little stretch of pavement, the light is a little warmer, and the path is lined with soft pink blossoms. Just across the street from it, a neighbor has a bunch of giant fir-like trees instead of a fence. They stretch right across to the road, and walking under their branches is like stepping into Mirkwood for a few seconds - it's like the suburb has been abandoned and the vegetation has taken over.
I get flashes of that feeling all the time. When the sky suddenly seems huge, or I look at a crack in the pavement and imagine the grass in it spreading across the path... on one corner I have to duck a little to avoid some branches, and in my head I see them blocking the way, some bold adventurer hacking through them with a machete. I see the grass grown long like the park does before they mow it, the trees stretching further and further with nobody to trim their branches, the road ankle deep in rotting leaves. This vision is especially easy to call up on the path to my house. As some of you may know, I live in a townhouse, and ours is right at the back. To reach it you have to walk along a narrow tiled path with unexpected steps, with the brick fences of the other three tenants on one side and a tall hedge on the other. The hedge is just a little too close, and in my imaginary future ruins, it could easily stretch across the whole path, what holes it leaves blocked with spiderwebs, like Sleeping Beauty's castle.
It wouldn't even take two years. Every spring we have to trim away the hedge by the entrance to the garage (which is right outside our door) because it stretches out myriads of budding vines to catch at your clothing and hair as you walk by. It's like a hundred angry tentacles in slow motion. Our garden also conjures up this idea - if there was nobody living here, it would be completely over-run with spiderweb within a month. Already they spin their flimsy entrapments between the wall and the orange tree overnight, meaning I can't hang up the laundry till my dad's gone out there with a broomstick. If I ever get around to finishing that Sleeping Beauty transformation, the scene where they hack through the rose-bushes to the castle will definitely be my favourite to write.
Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel were always my favourite fairytales. We're studying the Fairytale genre in 3Unit English, but so far have just watched a shitty documentary on Hansel and Gretel, which did give me an idea for a story, so it wasn't all bad. But honestly, I could have done better cinematic effects in Multimedia.
I get flashes of that feeling all the time. When the sky suddenly seems huge, or I look at a crack in the pavement and imagine the grass in it spreading across the path... on one corner I have to duck a little to avoid some branches, and in my head I see them blocking the way, some bold adventurer hacking through them with a machete. I see the grass grown long like the park does before they mow it, the trees stretching further and further with nobody to trim their branches, the road ankle deep in rotting leaves. This vision is especially easy to call up on the path to my house. As some of you may know, I live in a townhouse, and ours is right at the back. To reach it you have to walk along a narrow tiled path with unexpected steps, with the brick fences of the other three tenants on one side and a tall hedge on the other. The hedge is just a little too close, and in my imaginary future ruins, it could easily stretch across the whole path, what holes it leaves blocked with spiderwebs, like Sleeping Beauty's castle.
It wouldn't even take two years. Every spring we have to trim away the hedge by the entrance to the garage (which is right outside our door) because it stretches out myriads of budding vines to catch at your clothing and hair as you walk by. It's like a hundred angry tentacles in slow motion. Our garden also conjures up this idea - if there was nobody living here, it would be completely over-run with spiderweb within a month. Already they spin their flimsy entrapments between the wall and the orange tree overnight, meaning I can't hang up the laundry till my dad's gone out there with a broomstick. If I ever get around to finishing that Sleeping Beauty transformation, the scene where they hack through the rose-bushes to the castle will definitely be my favourite to write.
Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel were always my favourite fairytales. We're studying the Fairytale genre in 3Unit English, but so far have just watched a shitty documentary on Hansel and Gretel, which did give me an idea for a story, so it wasn't all bad. But honestly, I could have done better cinematic effects in Multimedia.
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Date: 2006-02-02 12:25 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-02 01:55 am (UTC)...er. Sorry. Post-traumatic Alibrandi Disorder. The flashbacks, you know...
I don't even remember what the theme was for 3-unit. 'Tis all a blur.
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Date: 2006-02-02 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-02 02:04 am (UTC)(of course, knowing the Board of Studies, they probably try to suck as much fun out of the course as possible)
Good luck with it all! Best years of your life until the next bit, and all that.
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Date: 2006-02-02 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-02 03:50 am (UTC)In one of my high school English classes, we had to take a fairytale and write it up as a Shakespearean play; in the same course we had to write a myth. Most fun I ever had with writing assignments!