The Astronomer and the Poet
1. Why I stargaze
We share ninety-eight percent of our genetic code
with rats. Over half with grain. The stars, then,
must contain us somehow in their burning.
Something must contain this burning. Uptown,
our physics building is sequestered in a bubble
of certainty. And Harlem explodes around it.
We gaze because we're so small, despite
our need for choosing. We look skyward
to leave the best question hanging—why
an amazing woman is always amazing, even
with her head in her hands. It's true; there is no
way to know how small we are, or large.( read more? )
I went to see I Love You, Man with an old/new friend tonight. It's a great feeling when you slide back into a friendship and click into place; I don't even mind that I can't tell if it was meant as a date or not! Too happy for overthinking. Mmmm.
ILY,M was, by the way, ( blah blah, this is not at all spoilery if you've seen the trailer or heard anything about it, but eh. Cut it I shall. )