Living like there’s no tomorrow
Imagine you’re in your final moments and your life flashes before your eyes. What do you see?
Do you see an image of yourself conquering life, and achieving your hopes, dreams and aspirations? Or is it a vision of regret? Are you disheartened with the realization that you didn’t quite live your life to its fullest? That somewhere along the road, you lost your drive, put your dreams on hold and now it’s too late to turn back time, too late for a second chance?
What’s on your bucket list?
Everyone thinks about it, some talk about it, few actually accomplish it. Whether it involves skydiving or travelling, everyone should have some form of bucket list — things to do before their time is up. The Charlatan’s Kayla Calder took to the Carleton campus to find out what goals other students had planned for the rest of their lives. Among the jumpers, divers and Clarke Griswold’s, she found a trend emerging — the hope of creating literary gold.
Take five with MTV’s Duncan Penn
The Charlatan: Where did you guys get the idea for the name The Buried Life?
Duncan Penn: The name came from a poem written 150 years ago by a poet named Matthew Arnold. It spoke to exactly what we were feeling in our lives.
TC: What were some of the difficulties you encountered along the way, and how did you overcome them?
Capturing the castle
My first experience in London, England was listening to a tour guide explicitly describe the murders of several prostitutes. The women were killed by Jack the Ripper in London’s Whitechapel district during the 1880s.
Being easily frightened, this was not my preferred introduction to the city. It was a field trip taken with my literature class at Herstmonceux Castle, so it did have a purpose, and a good one too.
Capturing the castle
It was the opportunity of a lifetime. From the first day in the Atrium when I saw pictures of Herstmonceux Castle, to the last day when I took the long plane ride home. I couldn't believe I could be so lucky.
I had no preconceived notions of the castle experience. I was an open book to the experience and allowed each day to write its own synopsis in my memory.
The utter beauty of Herstmonceux Castle filled my senses.
