Fossil Flashbacks

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"Kryptonite"

Although technically classified as Esperite, I decided to name this rock Kryptonite because that is the first thing I thought of when I saw it. Hidden behind a black curtain in the back corner of the museum, this rock, among its vibrant relatives, emits a radiant green color similar to the glowing green of Superman's nemesis. I was unable to determine its texture behind glass, but I think its safe to assume that it would either give me super powers or burn off my finger.

For me, the neon rocks were clearly the most eye-catching part of the museum. A close second was the display that scattered the colorful rocks across the rainbow spectrum.

In terms of the big picture, this is a rock that seems to be a two-in-one. In daylight, it looks like any of its other rock friends. Once the backdrop of night falls, this rock would give away its position from extended distances. Perhaps it acted as a beacon for now-extinct species that used it as a rendezvous point after whispering, "meet me at the bright light".



"Squirmy"

The Chondrites, I affectionately renamed Squirmy, shows the ancient motion of worms squirming around. The worms left behind these curvy trails without knowing that millions of years into the future, we would analyze their daily cardio routines. 

Throughout the exhibit, there were a variety of ancient creatures that wanted to leave their mark in the geological timeline, similar to the current communal tradition of placing prized possessions in "time machines" that are then buried for future generations to discover.

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