Alteru

I saw you sitting on the front porch of that pretty house you sit at, and you looked like a sunset there against the grey sky, with your blue bright sparkling eyes. I dreamed we sat together there on the lawn at the world's end, hands linked forever beneath the decaying moss....apes to humans...ashes to ashes..man to bone to dust.

A poignant look at how the internet is changing the world: http://www.ted.com/talks/chris_anderson_how_web_video_powers_global_innovation.html

I was walking by a fraternity on the way to my building, at 1:40 in the morning, leaving behind a silly pile of other people sitting on picnic tables, chewing on a clothespin. They were kissing in the echo tunnel, they were about to fall out of a tree, they were showing scars and tattoos of dead friends and telling their struggle stories, they were throwing receivers out the window, they are taller than me, they got caught in the cemetery. And if you had seen the moon taking a piss on me on that walk, and shining so beautifully, so brightly, and so distantly that children weep at the miles, you would have been just as shocked as I was to hear