Dylan-Bennet

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Between 12:02 pm and 12:05 p.m. the powder smoke can be seen as Dylan and Eric shoot from the library windows at deputies and paramedics rescuing the wounded. I was trying to make Eric look more clear and visible, but couldn’t find Dylan. I’m suspecting the object on the left side of Eric though.

Earth, humanity, HERE. thats mostly what I think about. I hate it. I want to be free…. free… I thought it would have been time by now. the pain multiplies infinitely. never stops
—  Dylan Klebold

“as I said before, self awareness is a wonderful thing. I know what all you fuckers are thinking and what to do to piss you off and make you feel bad. I always try to be different, but I always end up copying someone else, I try to be a mixture of different things and styles but when I step out of myself I end up looking like others or others THINK I am copying. One big fucking problem Is people telling me what to fuckin do, think, say, act, and everything else. ill do what you say IF I feel like it. But people (IE parents, cops, bad teachers) telling me what to just makes me not want to fucking do it! thats why my fucking name is REB!!!” - Eric Harris journal entry dated 4/12/98