morbid_high_school_projects epitome of incomprehensibility In my dream, I was called to the school for a teacher's meeting, where one of them berated me for taking home my red plastic cup. I was supposed to bring it back to the staff lounge, as a test of responsibility and recycling. "Did you give it to your father in the LIBRARY?" the woman mocked. "And don't you have your own phone yet?" I didn't have my own phone. I didn't know what to say. All I could do was go to class. It was an art fair and I'd invited my parents. I couldn't tell if I was a student or a teacher anymore, but I knew I wasn't the best writer in the room. A teenage boy had penned a dramatic monologue, colloquial and hard-hitting, though with a puzzling end: "I realized I could go into the corner and kiss my cousin. I could even kiss my brother." I understood the need for a dark and dramatic ending - it was teenage writing, after all - but what had incest to do with the rest of it? Or the suggestion of incest? Maybe "kiss" meant something different than another something different, and it was all really about drugs? Regardless, there was now a student film projected onto a small screen at the side of the classroom. A murdered woman's body lay facedown on gravel. She had dark hair against pale skin, and the camera moved to focus on her naked back and buttocks, marked with black marker lines as if to be divided. Her rear end was attractively round - but I couldn't think that. It was somehow wrong to think that. In the meanwhile, a hand with a knife appeared and cut a TV-screen shaped rectangle out of the skin of her back. Underneath it lay a coiled small intestine and a misplaced liver in subdued colours, neatly nestled together. My mother moved away from the screen as the hand pulled out the sausage-like intestine. "I hope this isn't torture porn," she said. I hoped so too, first because it wasn't torture to take apart dead people - it wouldn't hurt them - and second because it horrified me that anyone would find disembowelment sexy. Perhaps "horrified" is too strong a word. I moved away from the screen, not exactly disgusted by the image, but rather disturbed that it made me hungry. Yes, I was hungry, and those internal organs looked mouth-wateringly edible. What's to stop people, I thought, from just eating each other? Especially since they all have meat inside! The teacher, a medium-sized woman with decidedly big hair, quite liked the artistry of the film. 140213 ... e_o_i (A girl had made the film, of course. My dream mind, uncharacteristically tempted by cannibalism, retained my waking mind's prejudice that men are inherently petty while women are inherently violent.) 140213 what's it to you? who go blather from