Old School…

——————-> Where has the time gone…
The Death of Little…

Little’s world is made of static and chaos
Inability to control any, all or one
Little grew, made that fear real, blind to the passing of the tide
Little’s only safeguard is asking often, “Where do I put my eyes? Do I let my mind follow?”
Only Little constantly forgets his magic question
Clouds break
Little squints, making out an outline ahead
Big grabs Little’s hand
They walk
Is Big to give Little that which Little had no way to find?
A deal is struck
Life for Death
Awareness of each passing moment
Time to pay the Price of the Ticket
Little washes away in water and wind
He goes quietly, flashing a toothy smile
Made real but not as he began
Big continues on with Little’s gift
All he accrued through action and experience
Two to one
Much better odds
Soon to Come
My Comps lists and a calendar of how I will organize my workload this semester. I will also be including updates on how my process develops through till exams in May.
