Out To Pasture by Alejandra Torruellas, ‘23
I live in a place where I am a king, even a god to some. Whatever I ask for becomes granted to me like a right. It is a right. Along with my brother, we are the sole rulers of this small pasture. We have cultivated a following around the belief that we are monarchs, gods, kings, the most deserving. We somehow convinced them into believing that sacrificing themselves is the best thing they could ever achieve with their lives. We got an insignificant piece of ribbon and gave it inexpressible honor. The black ribbon goes around the house of whoever sacrificed themselves most recently. They think it creates a signal for those worthy and pure. They think that ribbon is unbreakable spiritual protection. They think that having that ribbon around their house will get them into the best afterlife. One we are not sure exists.
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Range, Leah Ullman, ‘23, collage
