and then our exile

TS Eliot was a genius. Except he wasn't Muslim. The Hollow Men--apotheosis of Whoa.
Today, once i shook off inertia, beautiful. Opened windows and sunny and warm and spring-y and went on a walk and "Come with me / we shall sail on the wind" and ah. And my physics exam yesterday was bad news but chem exam was good news.

Because all the grandiose other-plans we had for the 20th are dead and rotting, the latest: a Caravan of Corporations! Wagons and palanquins and platforms, dress a couple of white people up in suits ("the corporations") with signs "Let them eat cake", have people as "the masses" carry them on their shoulders/ pull them around...as the way transnationals rule the world today. Minimal work, too. i can build two platform-type things, and Lar says she has a wagon--my mother wanted to bring a horse and ride, except, well, no. So, um--i think this will actually work. Also we should do a poster-painting-party next Friday. Tell if you want in on.

Tomorrow Noor and i poster/handbill around university. It is a good thing to do with one's sister. And i have postponed math exam till Tuesday, so that means i can sleep a little more now.