The Room

Here in Museum Collections, a building I did not know existed is a room. This room in this “Museum” houses no historically significant objects as far as I can tell. What is this museum then? Some Dinosaur bones on the way in were nice to look at but so far that is all I have seen. But yet we are in this room and it is unique. The glossed over windows make it seem as if it is cold and snowy out. The one window that is cracked open proves otherwise. Sitting in silence, pens floating over paper, all that is heard in this room is the sliding of the arm as we all write about this room.

            However, outside this room, through that cracked window there is the hustle and bustle of life. A motorcycle drives by and the bits of green tree that is visible waves in the breeze. A burst of sirens becomes alive; no one reacts as it quickly fades into the distance. The mumbling of the professor in the next room lets us know that we are in fact not alone and that there are others in a slightly different room that it without a doubt unique to them. In our room, it seems very ordinary. The one thing that really stands out in particular is the poster near the door. On it, a large spider with words underneath him and on the rest of the poster. A few words stick out due to their font color, “Use toxic chemicals for defense”. There is a word in front of that phrase but from where I am sitting I cannot read it. It could be don’t or do or please or never, who knows, but I am curious.