Getsuyobi desu
Rain fell, and keys were pressed; everything in the universe kept spinning. Another day slipped into the pages of history; my life the unwritten story.
I met a co-worker from Korea for the second time today. Last we met was in 2007, and it was quite nice to chat at lunch. I learned a lot more about life in Korea, and am persuaded to travel there one day.
After work I took the train home and arriving at the final station discovered the heavens had opened. The rain fell in such torrents that my umbrella was unable to provide much protection. In that silent storm of pit-a-pats and splashing puddles my mind wandered far and away. Somehow recalling a poem from a book I read while still in junior high school, how strange to experience the human mind at work.
How the fires grow, peace passes; All memory lost.
Somehow we always miss that single door, dooming ourselves to circle.Ashes to stars; Lies to souls
Lets spin round the sinks and holesKill the good, eat the young
Forever and more
You and I are never done.Greg Bear - Hardfought

