I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Morning is broken

Here we are, double and triple scheduled for the day. So many cool programs and people to go see. This is quick because David Hartwell is giving me the eye for typing during his panel.

Fun, fun fun, until the Daddy takes the eldritch horror away.

Now, we're on European SF. Cool.

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