What: TBA
When: May 30th, noon
Where: The wall with political messages, just outside of Mathwall
Rating: TBA
Status: Open; incomplete
A few weeks ago this place had been covered with words of protest, messages of peace, art that was made in an effort to change things, and it still was. But the words and images were old now, the flowers dead and forgotten - just like the wall was. Barely any time at all had passed since the horrors of the charm bombs, since dozens - hundreds had died inside barriers, but it was enough time to make people return to the apathetic ways.
She had been infuriated by the announcement - an invitation to a party to celebrate to better times. Were these really better? Nothing had changed as far as she could see, work had slowed as people decided solving the case could be left for later, or at least until after lunch. Indifference wasn't a cause for celebration.
But instead of worrying about what had happened, mourning the losses, people were too caught up in deciding what to wear to actually care.