I know I had this morning
A bright and breezy day;
But now I am in mourning
My day has gone away.
I turned around
And it was gone,
Never to return.
The guilt abounds,
Look what I’ve done
I never seem to learn.

A silly game, a phonecall,
An email or a snack.
My thoughts on something small,
My thinking limp and slack.
Is that clock right?
It makes me squirm
It’s after afternoon.
It’s nearly night.
I can confirm
The noise days make is “zoom”.

Now I’m picturing unstoppable swarms of super-mosquitoes, and it’s not a pretty sight. It’s amazing, and scary, the capacity some scientists seem to have to ignore the possible negative ramifications of their work.

On the other hand, this is very cool: The Arrow of Time.

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