The world of fireflies
has invaded my memories
leave their reflection
The avenues of poplar go
but leave their reflection.
The avenues of poplar go
but leave us the wind.
The shrouded wind lies
full length beneath the sky.
But it’s left its echoes
floating on rivers.
The world of fireflies
has invaded my memories
Prelude by Federico García Lorca in Selected Poems of Federico García Lorca Translated by Martin Sorrell Oxford University Press, Oxford, 2007.
The world of fireflies has invaded my memories.
Echoes and reflections in the wind, floating on rivers.
The world of fireflies has invaded my memories.
Because of meeting through work I toured a college campus in Savannah yesterday.
All these bright eyed kids with bright eyed futures.
I work in web.
Yesterday I learned that I am a UXD.
A User Experience Designer.
I was asked what I studied in college.
Did I study web design?
I told them that when I was in college there were no lap tops, no html and no web.
What there was of an available Internet wasted no time with design but how much could be said in the 80 holes in the 8 rows of holes in a punch card.
I was then offered a bottle of water and a chair.
Anyone that old had to be tired.
The world of fireflies has invaded my memories.
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