A Hint Of A Spark

It wasn’t the day I knew I wanted to become a scientist, but the day I became a scientist. The teacher of our primary 6 class was explaining that the speed of light was extremely fast. To demonstrate, she walked over to the light switch and turned off the unnecessary classroom bulbs.

“Now watch how quickly the light comes back on when I hit the switch.”

The room instantly became that bit brighter. I raised my hand and she looked over.

“That’s not really the speed of the light. It’s also the speed of electricity.”

Amongst The Trees

Oh my God!

I knew there were others.

Err, other what?

Other people, like me.

Are you all alone?

I have been for always. I think I remember being left out here when I was younger. I believe it’s my earliest memory.

Why? Is it because of the way you look?

What do you mean by that?

The way you both are?

Both?

Well you’re twins… Joined. That’s not normal.

What are you talking about. It’s just me…. Isn’t it?

How long have you been alone?

As I basically said, for as long as I can remember.

So all this time you’ve been alone, not knowing the difference between one self and two?

Give Me Your Rusty Hand

I really like my car, and my computer is pretty handy. Thanks technology!

To love ‘things’, I really can’t do.

Say hi (I still call them, Say hi to your mom) makes robot love sound like love, and I think I believe it.

Her kisses are metallic and her touch is firm but cold.
And I don’t thinks she sleeps at night, but plugs into the wall.
And we have a great relationship,
based on things that can’t be said.
And she has a great relationship with our television set.

All Together

God I’m so indecisive!

A friend once said to me, “You know you’re going to miss normal writing”, after I made the decision to blog only in haiku. He was right. Except, it’s not that I miss normal writing. I just get bored doing only one thing. This may seem obvious, but my brain is so weirdly ordered that I have to stick to one way of doing something.

This ordered curse brings my desire to start a new blog every time I change something – I’ve been pretty good lately at restraining. Only one new blog in about a year and a half. Woohoo!

With some thought I have concluded that my blog should decribe me as me now. Whenever I want to change the way I express myself I should just do it… here. A blog isn’t just a hub to publish some stories for people to read. It’s a way I can look back and remember what I was like back when.

That is what I’ll do.