So often I think something and it seems unspectacular, but if it occurs to me many times I do something with it. This thought occurs to me every day I’m at school, so here is this brief poem.
It’s interesting the things you notice and consider as a returning student with 15 years on most of your classmates. So many of my classmates spend any of their extra time gazing off into the anywhere else of their technological devices. I wonder where we are all going, if we can or will ever get there. If we do, will we know? This is such a strange existential time to be living in.