jeudi, octobre 05, 2006
if; and if; else if; what if
what if a prof replies to an email in 17 mins
what if the last line says "i will not ask you to calculate probabilities discussed above"
will you smile an overjoyed smile, or a wry smile, or be disappointed
what if the sea disappeared, like today, not visible anymore. and you look out, and there is only a blank whiteness, as if Death has come, as if your eyes are closing, as if life is ending, as if in your dying moments the world is fading away
what if bus after bus is full and you can only get on the 5th bus
what if the lecturer lapses into unintelligible mumbles of Chinese accent.
what if i havent seen the stars in months, do i need to count them all over again
what if the day ends tonight, and there will no longer be another like it, would you treasure the glance of every pretty girl, the waft of every perfume, the dampness of every nascent flower, the buzzing of every bee, the sweetness of the honeydew, the feeling of waking up, every sensation every thought every enlightenment every blink every possible word
what if the world was yours, what dream would you dream
if; and if; else if; what if
what if a lecturer asks "do you guys think it's scary to learn XXXXX?" and then follows with "do you know it's scarier to have to teach it"
what if a prof replies to an email in 17 mins
what if the last line says "i will not ask you to calculate probabilities discussed above"
will you smile an overjoyed smile, or a wry smile, or be disappointed
what if the sea disappeared, like today, not visible anymore. and you look out, and there is only a blank whiteness, as if Death has come, as if your eyes are closing, as if life is ending, as if in your dying moments the world is fading away
what if bus after bus is full and you can only get on the 5th bus
what if the lecturer lapses into unintelligible mumbles of Chinese accent.
what if i havent seen the stars in months, do i need to count them all over again
what if the day ends tonight, and there will no longer be another like it, would you treasure the glance of every pretty girl, the waft of every perfume, the dampness of every nascent flower, the buzzing of every bee, the sweetness of the honeydew, the feeling of waking up, every sensation every thought every enlightenment every blink every possible word
what if the world was yours, what dream would you dream
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