Y Wednesday, January 23, 2008
-
As I left the house that morning the trees looked like their roots were about to rip from the ground and disappear into the obscure sky. As I parked the car, leaves swirled all around as branches lanced the snow. Otherwise, it was a typical morning.
-our future was preplanned, just as if we were in the river. We had to go where the current took us. The other professor responded, “But we have choice. We can swim to the bank if we choose to, therefore it is free will.” They looked at Murphy and me, and asked what we thought.
- Grabbing a pillow and hugging it to his chest he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The myriad, razor-thin lines, caused by the ceiling's cracking paint, looked like a thousand forks in a thousand roads.
Y
sarah,
3/5.
5:41 AM