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I AM CALLED HUMBLE OVERTHROW. THIS IS CALLED INSIDEORANGE.

Walking out of school one day, I happened upon a dying orange. Its condition was less like that of a wounded soldier and more like an old man. Though the fruit was left in the middle of a soccer field, it wasn’t trampled. There was no frayed pulp splayed across the grass, no violent slashing at the fruit’s skin. It was cleanly opened and fleshed out, its thin rind lying fairly flat, curling only as much as a page preparing to turn. It was pitiful, tired. I had hardly seen anything so upsetting as this simple fruit. Suddenly, the wind blew just enough that the pieces of peel clustered together, and it was almost as though it had breathed its last breath.

I felt somewhat silly for being so deeply affected, but oranges are supposed to be things of vibrancy—intensely colored, striking in flavor, demandingly fragrant. Oranges are nothing but alive. Yet here was this limp thing on the soccer field. Still, as lifeless and empty as the thing appeared, it wasn’t browned as a banana becomes nor moldy as if it had it been left to die uneaten. It was still orange—hardened, yes, but stark, stunning orange. And clearly, it was still stealing my attention.

insideOrange is a blog of transitions and vibrancy.

I am a nineteen-year-old girl in her junior year of college

documenting and processing life like there’s film in this camera.