In the Sense of Logic

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In the sense of logic | Chapter 2

There are times when I feel so vulnerable. I feel like a prey and the world is the predator, waiting for the right time to hunt me down and devour me. Actually, everyday makes me feel vulnerable, yet I am here, miraculously surviving and living my life; day after day after day.

The cycle continues. The cycle is endless. It is endless like the space.

When I first became interested in science, I was barely five. I was searching through channels to see if there were any cartoons on that morning, but I came across a television program about space.

The space is an incalculably great realm that stretches infinitely. The space can be defined as an inexplicable wonder. It is filled with our solar system, new stars, dying stars, comets, particles, and even unknown substances that may be discovered later in the future....

The space was so beautiful and breathtaking, I could not take my eyes off. The swirling colors of black, purple, and blue; the sparkling specks of stars that were dancing in colors of red, blue, and white...I admired the quiet life outside in space and wanted to live there. So, I just sat there with the remote in my hand and I watched with my mouth open until the colors of the space faded and different colors flashed me back into reality.

"Dad? What's a space?" I asked.

"Space is basically what you saw on the Tele."

"Yes, I know. I know," the curious five year old said. "But like what is it? Is it like paint like you paint with purple and black and blue and stuff like that? Like crayons and stuff you know."

He just chuckled. "Yes, the space has those colors, but space is a place where we live in."

"I thought we live in New York."

"Well, yes, but remember how I told you New York is on Earth? And Earth is in space!"

"Ohhhhh," I cooed. "So space is like Earth's house."

"Exactly." dad told me. "But, son, remember that New York is not our home."

"WHAT?" I panicked. "Then where are we right now? Where's our home?"

He ruffled my hair and whispered, "It's where mom is, remember?"

"Oh, are you talking about that place with lots of mountains and lots of animals and stuff?"

"Yes, Oliver. Do you remember Kiwi?"

"The little bird or the little fruit?"

"Both."

I nodded.

"Well, that's where mama is right now. With kiwi bird eating kiwi fruits..."

It's Saturday. This doesn't mean that I get a day off from work or anything.The world doesn't allow me to rest. And it probably never will. I get up especially early this morning at 6:30 just to get a sniff at the smell of rain on hard concrete cement.

I stare out the thin glass window, the only window that I have in my one bedroom studio apartment. The rent in New York is especially more expensive compared to other states, but I have no courage to move out to other states. New York has been my home ever since I was three. Little droplets of rain crash onto the window and eventually roll down like a child riding a slide. Behind the rain are tall buildings of New York City, dark, gray, and gloomy. I already see people walking with black umbrellas.

I sigh. The world is ahead of me again, as usual.

I open my computer to check my emails. I scroll down my inbox and stop at ISI: Internship