Every week, the AWM is excited to bring you stories written by our visitors in our Story of the Day exhibit. Check back weekly for new stories, and visit the Museum to try out our typewriters and possibly be featured here!
Laying down, the world is tilted askew. The train tracks run over a wide river, bubbling steadily along just underneath us. Above, imposing rusted iron beams hold up the bridge. They cross together and look like a giant rib cage against the sky. He and I are the lungs, huffing air in and out when our bodies collide and the friction makes us too hot. Or we are like the heart, at one point becoming one creature and beating together in order to survive.
Frankly my dear I don’t give a damn
I will not eat green eggs and ham
I’d rather eat corned beef hash and spam
As for strangely colored foods I prefer purple yam.
Frankly, I would eat anything, anything I can lay my hands upon, my tongue upon. I will take those green eggs and ham even if found in an alley and even if they have been there for weeks. I will eat them heartily and will be ever thankful for having found them and for having the blessed opportunity to eat them.
Such is magic and sustenance. Food these days is gray. It is hush and a lie. As is society. So no, I don’t give a damn. I will just keep moving and aching in each false breath and pretending there will always be a tomorrow.
We’re glad you found inspiration, and every day visitors (including students) prove that the art of writing is alive and well:
July 26, 2017
I sit amongst the famous American authors today, in a room of literary giants who helped to shape who I am as a person and as an educator. Today, it is easy to inspired, to remember the joy that literature brings but what is very scary today is the feeling that we are visiting a museum for something that is becoming obsolete. Save our books. Save culture.