Journal

Wednesday Morning

Saving Mankind

Yesterday, I saw this:

‘In a crowded subway car, I hear a male voice, close to my ear. We’re on an express train somewhere between Grand Central and Union Square, and I worry that I have a situation on my hands. But he isn’t talking to me. He’s reading out loud from “Only You Can Save Mankind,” by Terry Pratchett. His head is a mass of dark, wayward curls, and a young woman leans into him, listening and idly tugging on his Harry Potter-esque scarf. She’s wearing purple leg warmers with oversized yellow buttons down the sides. Between her boots, laced tight with rainbow laces, is an orange bag stuffed with smaller white plastic bags—it looks like a creamsicle. A single, surprised “Oh!” escapes her chapped lips at something he’s read. They aren’t on the subway; they’re in the story, saving mankind. He holds her head against his chest with his gloved hand, and she turns the page for him.’

[via The Book Bench]

Writing Blind

I’m chipping away at a Biomaterials paper which is proving to be a little like eating a tough steak using plastic utensils. I also wrote a little of Bukit Merah. The thing that these two have in common is that I’ve been quite incapable of writing at length. I just do bits and pieces, take my mind off of it and do more bits and pieces.

Getting Better?

Not exactly feeling much better, but at least it’s settled into a form of consistency and I can function at some basic level right now. Been talking to a few people, and no matter how I’ve come across these few days, if you’re reading this (you ought to know who you are), I’ve had a good time talking to you guys.

Right, back to work.

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