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We thought of us today as single cells 'Ciliating' across the universe of colour under the coverslip of time; a microcosm of pedalling plants or fettuccine of cells. The hues of darkness are pink and bright, in beach slippers tracing paths on glass, and those springing Vorticella are flowers we created in our fictions of science ... But all possess a veneer bound cytoplasm of affection, crawling like Annelids across the void in a world bursting in avatars of the invisible or their transparent real selves glowing like gemstones in the sky, or simply opaque as we are, each to the other under the play of light, polarized views secreted within some dark muddied pond, harbouring the cells of love, shedding cuticles of sorrow, laying the germ of tomorrow or funneling delight in little green globes that make food ... are food. We must be blessed to be cytoplasm like them or cursed, I don't know which, but it's all profound.
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May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 8:37 PM UTC
davinaesolomon
In the cytoplasm of affection
We thought of us today as single cells 'Ciliating' across the universe of colour under the coverslip of time; a microcosm of pedalling plants or fettuccine of cells. The hues of darkness are pink and bright, in beach slippers tracing paths on glass, and those springing Vorticella are flowers we created in our fictions of science ... But all possess a veneer bound cytoplasm of affection, crawling like Annelids across the void in a world bursting in avatars of the invisible or their transparent real selves glowing like gemstones in the sky, or simply opaque as we are, each to the other under the play of light, polarized views secreted within some dark muddied pond, harbouring the cells of love, shedding cuticles of sorrow, laying the germ of tomorrow or funneling delight in little green globes that make food ... are food. We must be blessed to be cytoplasm like them or cursed, I don't know which, but it's all profound.
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Everything’s been frantic since the break. What people don’t tell you about college, is that you’re just tired ALL of the time. I’m so tired, yawn ‘scuse me. So if you’re planning to talk to me, bring coffee, make some effort to be interesting - clap your hands or.. something. Work piled up on me while I was sick (I missed two days!) and it radiated across my.. everything, like nuclear waste. In New Haven, you have the inalienable right to fall behind. ok, let’s put it poetically.. *The microorganism was as fast and brutal as a twister and it spun, tricksily, out of a clear blue day leaving me weak, in shock and totally focked. I needed things that come after a natural disaster - wailing sirens, to clear the way for organized relief but no volunteers can help me pick-up the pieces.* I guess I needed another challenge this term. Sure, my roommates check in, but they have their own traumas and they’re like those slow, drive-by accident-tourists that gawk. Too bad there’s no such thing as missed class/assignment insurance. There’s a saying (cleaned up), here at Yale, that goes: It’ll get done because it HAS to get done.
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Apr 16, 2024
Apr 16, 2024 at 1:52 PM UTC
anaisvionet
we’re all alone (totally wired)
Everything’s been frantic since the break. What people don’t tell you about college, is that you’re just tired ALL of the time. I’m so tired, yawn ‘scuse me. So if you’re planning to talk to me, bring coffee, make some effort to be interesting - clap your hands or.. something. Work piled up on me while I was sick (I missed two days!) and it radiated across my.. everything, like nuclear waste. In New Haven, you have the inalienable right to fall behind. ok, let’s put it poetically.. *The microorganism was as fast and brutal as a twister and it spun, tricksily, out of a clear blue day leaving me weak, in shock and totally focked. I needed things that come after a natural disaster - wailing sirens, to clear the way for organized relief but no volunteers can help me pick-up the pieces.* I guess I needed another challenge this term. Sure, my roommates check in, but they have their own traumas and they’re like those slow, drive-by accident-tourists that gawk. Too bad there’s no such thing as missed class/assignment insurance. There’s a saying (cleaned up), here at Yale, that goes: It’ll get done because it HAS to get done.
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