RNA's Sad Dreams

Sometimes we begin to miss everyone. We had a long dream. We were walking through a strange city split by a river, with many concrete bridges, and comfortable rooms behind thick walls. A friend of ours from school who had died in her mid-twenties was with us. We were having tea and she whispered something to us but now we can't remember what she said. She was smiling as she whispered it. She seemed happy. It never came up that she was no longer alive. She seemed to know her way around the strange city we were in. She seemed to be in her element. We didn't look down at the river; we think we knew the water would be very black. At some point we got on a moped and drove in circles around the strange town.

We were waiting for our new lenses at the optometrist. Two older people were speaking in Tagalog. They switched to English, and the man explained to the woman he was speaking to that his mother had been the first one to "show [him] who God was" and to "teach [him] to say [his] prayers."

A small bird fell out of a tree and into our front garden. We didn't know what to do about it. A swarm of ants covered it by late morning. We hope one of the neighborhood cats comes by during the night and takes it away.

We were playing pick-up basketball again today. While we were shooting around, we started talking to a middle-aged guy who was asking us what part of India we were from. We went into a long explanation. He asked us if we thought he should have his four-year old start studying French, Hindi, or Mandarin. He said he wanted his kid to be "an intellectual" and that he wanted to make sure his kid "was ahead of the game".



Are predators our friends? The dopey Amazonian crane falls out of a tree and gets eaten by a crocodile. No more dopey bird genes being passed on. If the crocodile is too slow to get the dopey bird, no more slow crocodile genes. Where does this all end?