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14 May 2006 11:52 pmThe rain is falling while I hack away at my essay, word by painful word of phospholipases and laccases and defensins and protegrins, and I pause to listen.
Have you noticed how silent the world is when it rains?
Behind the static nothing stirs, and world seems smaller, contained in the yellow artificial warmth of home, the oblivious buzz of the refrigerator, and the tap-tap-tap of keys.
An island of security, imprisoned behind the curtain of rain, the world beyond seems abruptly farther away.
...I'm contradicting myself.
Back to Cryptococcus.
I do like the rain though...just, not, physically, in it.
And all this afternoon, I've been singing this little tune to myself...
My brain is like a sieve
My brain is like a sieve
My brain is like a sieve
Through which everything leaves
No. Not really.
Back to Cryptococcus.
Have you noticed how silent the world is when it rains?
Behind the static nothing stirs, and world seems smaller, contained in the yellow artificial warmth of home, the oblivious buzz of the refrigerator, and the tap-tap-tap of keys.
An island of security, imprisoned behind the curtain of rain, the world beyond seems abruptly farther away.
...I'm contradicting myself.
Back to Cryptococcus.
I do like the rain though...just, not, physically, in it.
And all this afternoon, I've been singing this little tune to myself...
My brain is like a sieve
My brain is like a sieve
My brain is like a sieve
Through which everything leaves
No. Not really.
Back to Cryptococcus.
