Took this picture while I was waiting outside Spelman one night last week. Lighting credits go to the car of J's parents as it backed away from Spelman with all her stuff in the trunk. There have been a few times when I wondered whether I should have stayed on campus a bit longer, but mostly, I think it would just have been hard/ awkward for me for a variety of reasons. I'm thankful for the couple of people I did get to talk to. Time--the last few days, the last few hours--can indeed be redeemed, but only so much redemption can happen in this life.
Took this one on the first leg of the plane trip from Newark to LA with an emergency landing in Wichita. Someone on the plane was diabetic and most likely hypoglycemic. The flight attendants walked through the plane once asking if anyone was a doctor. They walked through the plane again asking if anyone had a glucose monitor. While we were parked in Kansas, the math professor sitting next to me continued reading through her torturous looking number theory notes. The rows of orange-t-shirt-wearing high school age kids continued exchanging basketball stats and being a little rowdy. The diabetic person on board probably had altered mental status and was no doubt feeling worse than anybody else. It's strange to think that in such a small confined space, one person's life and consciousness can be collapsing while everyone else's remain essentially unaltered.
Took this picture while I was waiting outside Spelman one night last week. Lighting credits go to the car of J's parents as it backed away from Spelman with all her stuff in the trunk. There have been a few times when I wondered whether I should have stayed on campus a bit longer, but mostly, I think it would just have been hard/ awkward for me for a variety of reasons. I'm thankful for the couple of people I did get to talk to. Time--the last few days, the last few hours--can indeed be redeemed, but only so much redemption can happen in this life.
Took this one on the first leg of the plane trip from Newark to LA with an emergency landing in Wichita. Someone on the plane was diabetic and most likely hypoglycemic. The flight attendants walked through the plane once asking if anyone was a doctor. They walked through the plane again asking if anyone had a glucose monitor. While we were parked in Kansas, the math professor sitting next to me continued reading through her torturous looking number theory notes. The rows of orange-t-shirt-wearing high school age kids continued exchanging basketball stats and being a little rowdy. The diabetic person on board probably had altered mental status and was no doubt feeling worse than anybody else. It's strange to think that in such a small confined space, one person's life and consciousness can be collapsing while everyone else's remain essentially unaltered.
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