OLD
GROWTH
Tuesday, May 5
wants
i want people to send their resumes
and requests for recommendations to me
to faintly smell the wisps of hidden desperation
and the stink of feigned confidence in cover letters
to imagine the money these people
wish they were getting beneath me
to imagine me glancing over their petty papers
with vague attention
words here or there
hoping for some kind of impression
Friday, May 1
Pale blue dot
Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
- Carl Sagan