Under pressure

The only picture of consequence I took today.

A student texting, in the sea of desks temporarily outside, escaping the pressures that await him inside. ;-)

A very long day. Tomorrow will be even longer.

A poem for you for good night, by Wislawa Szymborska, a Polish literature Nobel Prize winner.

The Three Oddest Words

When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.