Random Story

so... i was sitting in another lecture which i couldn't pay attention to (newsflash: suzanna is NOT a medical or epidemiological theorist!!!!!!) and I wrote this little poetic story...

One boy rides his bike. Pedals so fast his feet are a blur. hits a hill and sweat breaks out, one drop clinging to the tip of his ear, waiting for its chance to break free. he hits a bump and the drop is gone, falling, falling, to the ground. Downhill, back the way it had come when still in the pores of a boy. Down and down it meets a gush once it falls through the grates of a street, pushed and jostled by its brothers ansd sisters flowing quickly below the city. Expansion. The drop is merged into a vast current moving to its source. The current moves through filters and filters, the drop is, for a moment, unique again, then suddenly, it overcomes its resistance and dives again into its friends. A dark journey, longer and longer, then sudden light emerging as a gush of water, churning, boiling, flowing, the river Aare. It regards itself: greeny-white: and warms as it clings to the ear of a swimming boy, his bike overturned on the bank of the river.