I know I’m getting this out a little late, but it’s been a very difficult week, and I wanted to share my thoughts. Thanks for reading.
As most of you know by now, a favorite topic of mine is monsters. I like to analyze who or what they are, how they became monstrous, what they look like, and what they do. In the context of film and literature this is a fun topic that can teach us about ourselves and our fears. However, we learn the most about ourselves when confronted with despicable human beings – real life monsters.
Last Monday, April 15, 2013, was an extremely difficult day for me and countless others affected by the senseless acts of monstrous people. I work at the corner of Berkeley and Boylston Street, which is just over a block past the finish line of the Boston Marathon where the bombings took place, and this hit close to home for me. I spend time in this area every day eating lunch, shopping, and taking walks - mundane activities that will never be the same for me or any other Bostonian. The scenes from that day will be burned into our memories because of the terrible pain they caused.