Project Endlessness: Part 2 of 3
There is a place, somewhere in the world, that holds a very uninteresting skyscraper. A massive building; made completely out of white concrete, that fits naturally into the landscape of the city which it resides in. It is a building that many tourists pass by and disregard on a daily basis, as it is a building that they would not wish to see, or hear about, or learn the existence of. Nonetheless, it is the building that you have just entered. Many people who are confused and frightened find shelter in-between this building’s walls. And although it may seem, to anyone passing by, like a simple office building in the middle of the landscape; but it’s my home. And now, it’s your home too. So on behalf of myself, and all of the other residents, may I say that we all understand what it feels like to be lost and confused. But now that your contract has begun, you are safe. And I’d love to take a few minutes to conduct your customary welcome tour.
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Project Endlessness: Part 1 of 3
It was the moment that Louise woke up, when she realised that she was not in her own bed. As she rose from her quickly fading dreams she could feel hollow and plastic material beneath her palms as the air in the mattress pressed beneath her fingers. She was absolutely certain that when she had drifted off to sleep last night in her own bed, in her own room. She distinctly remembered wanting to get to sleep early so that she would be ready to go to college on Monday morning. However as the grey peeling wallpaper reflected through the grime-covered window began to haze into view, everything in Louise’s life seemed like it existed on a completely different planet.
Struggling with the mattress, she managed to get herself on her feet. Her bones felt like rotten wood as she navigated around the tiny room. There was no furniture besides the blow-up mattress, a very thin duvet cover and a few shopping bags that seemed to be full of assorted clothes. The rest of the floor was littered with wrinkled sheets of paper. Louise could feel them under her bare feet. She picked one up and tried to read it under the light of the window, but her hands were shaking too much to keep the page still for long enough to get a good enough look at it. And when she turned around and looked back at the mattress she had woken up in, she finally noticed the person who had been sleeping next to her.
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My A2 Media Studies coursework project.