Another Chapter

I just got back from a night walk in the suburbs of Cary listening to C.S. Lewis's book Till We Have Faces, looking up at the sky and feeling I was in the fiction world Lewis was describing. For that is what suburbs are, a blank canvas for which to project our dreams and fancies.

I kept walking and thought of this new virtual internship I am starting. Building a gene annotation database for genes involved in biological aging. It seems perfect. Walking further I felt like I was breathing in digital air. A kind of incarnation of artificial life from a Michael Crichton novel. Like something that burned, and felt wholey strange and new.

I started to walk back to my house and looked at the stars in the sky and how they faded under the glowing brightness of the street lamps...