On the campus district Up the street from the theater district Down the road from University Circle

For millennia men made madness main stream All the problems we created and wonder now where our friends are Distance is what keeps you from being close There are more important problems to solve Before you want your unevenness smoothed Who is the cause of your struggle The social sciences are also relative Best country in the world is a work in progress The worst countries in the world are done No one asks in Russia who is in charge Persia one hundred million alone Only thing worst the failed state Could one hundred million people into the wilderness We have separated ourselves into indifference Nothing separates us from war Homeostasis is a pendulum with good manners

 We are not going in circles around the sun, but we return to many places.  These places even when you are still there you know you will return.  In disbelief.  Suddenly in front of you movie fish.  Something like that.  Off the tube we are emergent.  Small cities all over the big city.  What separates them is the amount of investment and trauma.  Long tubes to everyone.  There is only one circus I found. We were not crowded in this crowded place.  Neither of us had ever drank sake.  We ordered too much was the look we gave each other.  We spoke more without words surrounded by the circus.  We would know better now and order less next time, but here we were.  I have no idea where we went, but I am still there.  I do not know if I am alone. The Earth around the sun travels forward.  You can find me all along the path.  Each time created new.  Our memories eventually become what we want them to....

 We do not go in circles around the sun.  The Bantu mark time with events not numbers.  When you ask how old they are they will tell you stories of the year they were born.  Born right after that big flood is the hardest to translate.  Our years are not numbers we are on a journey.   Numbers simplify.  Math is about finding patterns to solve problems.  When people say they hate math what they hate is being systematic.  The numbers do not look good.  There was a time that I did not know sake was so strong.  Divides my life in two.

They say the endangerment was a hoax today I mostly write to mark time No real idea for the reader There they are found Sustainability is an industry not an after thought This the dumbest of all possible worlds Math doesn't lie But the President does Wind is no-fuel energy, sustainable How the old hates the new Many have written Welcome to the Anthropocene It was the fossil fuel industry that first knew it was here Their champion nothing now but a fool The goal is the best possible next two years

Some times the worst not so bad A theory of relativity  How do you know some things? She looked like she had been in Arizona Her cats were like dogs A grand assemblage of many things I had not seen you since Thanksgiving Good to know where you are I already knew There are many people in the building From an infinite possibility We observe fewer I walk down the sunny street even under clouds She under dark skies even when the sun shines We save each other's lives

​More but less When you add nine Get a number less plus ten Seven arrives sixteen This is how time goes It is not the thing you are waiting What you are doing If the universe was big enough We could find many thing out In a sustainable future you can ask odd questions Pick your team imagine eight around you I never liked that number  Plus you is nine I think you all could do everything Survive every challenge Nine point seven billion nine hundred million teams