Adriana Cusco



i. It was once considered one of the happiest countries in the world. There was a certain warmth in the air. The movement of the world around you would compose a special song that made you feel at home.


ii. It was later considered one of the most dangerous countries in the world.    Gun shots.    Warfare.    Drugs.    This song wasn’t happy. The wind carried breaths of fear and revenge.


iii. What’s next? The DEA caught the godson of Maduro trafficking 800 kg of cocaine. Elections are coming up in December. People have fled. The anxiety and desperation makes the atmosphere airless. When does this song end?


Leaving one building, entering another. Looking around seeing the world with a warm, yellow filter. Eating every so often. Hearing the tic... toc… tic… toc… almost as if background music. The pendulum swings left to right… left to right. The jungle is still, yet the waterfall continues to flow. Clink, clash, clunk, shhhhh. The world continues its rotation. X’s marked on everyone’s calendars, flipping to the next month. Leaves changing colors, others falling to the ground. The bright, happy filter disappears… to later reappear. Imagine the lives of a student body time lapsed through a bird’s eye view. There would be ants scurrying. Would they all seem the same? Would I be just another ant?

Adriana Cusco is a first-year student in Questrom School of Business at Boston University. She enjoys spending time with friends and family, as well as traveling the world and discovering new cultures. This is her first publication.