This week in class we read a piece called "Death of a Moth." It was written to describe the "insignificant" and "pathetic" death of a moth. The author Virginia Woolf wrote this piece after an encounter with a moth, and its struggle to live. To most of the population, the death of a moth is insignificant and petty, possibly because there are so many, and they are small and seemingly useless. But couldn't the same thing be thought about for people? There are so many of us, and one out of a couple trillion seems insignificant and petty right? Woolf uses this piece to describe the might and strength of death, and the supposed weakness and uselessness of life. She also uses this piece to describe the mocking nature of death. Before the moth died, it flailed around, as if it actually stood a chance against death, and Woolf watched, later attempting to help, but ultimately being just as helpless in the face of death. The willpower of the moth was somewhat admirable, and also reflected humans. People tend to be determined, and they work for what they want,with a clear goal in mind.

The color I thought of while reading this piece was gray, because it represents weakness, and frailness, along with a lack of strength.