somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

E.E. Cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond 

any experience,your eyes have their silence: 

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, 

or which i cannot touch because they are too near  

your slightest look easily will unclose me 

though i have closed myself as fingers, 

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens 

(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose  

or if your wish be to close me, i and 

my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, 

as when the heart of this flower imagines 

the snow carefully everywhere descending;  

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals 

the power of your intense fragility:whose texture 

compels me with the color of its countries, 

rendering death and forever with each breathing  

(i do not know what it is about you that closes 

and opens;only something in me understands 

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) 

nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

This is what we do in Digital Imaging

I'm not even sure, really.

The irony of his last name is not lost on me.

Through a rather long drawn out course of events involving me, a research paper assignment, and very little sleep, I have ended up with the task of writing a large paper on how Bernie Madoff's Ponzi scheme contributed to the economic collapse. Unfortunately, I could care less.

My thesis is due tomorrow and I'm nowhere close to anything. Bernie scammed a large number of people out of a significant amount of money. That much I know. The rest is a little hazy since, again, I really wish I cared more.

I'm also concerned that my teacher actually has no idea what a research paper is. Or, alternatively, I have no idea what a research paper is. One of us is doing something incorrectly, that much is certain.

Hannah's Day: A Tragedy in 4 Acts

Act 1:

The alarm. 5:50 am.

Act 2:

School.

Act 3:

Homework

Act 4:

No sleep.

[Repeat].

Tropical Plants

In honor of Leslie Nielsen.