Another week, another 7 days down to the inevitable end. What can be said about that past week? Was there any remarkable event? Anything worth mentioning? Or was there just the constant, never ending flow of time, uninterrupted and unimpressed by our meddlings with life.

Actually, there is a reason for my by all means insignificant ramblings: one of the fellow postdocs had his last working day on Friday. After a few days of vacation, he will move on to other things. Chairs will be jiggled, desk moved, and soon everything will be just business as usual. I don’t know, but people leaving always gives me this intense feeling of vertigo, standing on the edge of the abyss where deep down the river of time flows unabated.

Well, that’s the way things are. People come, people go. And in the midst of all this shambles we stand and wonder if we cause these sort of feelings in others, while everything personal seems to stand still…..

To end this post before it gets any worse, I give you a poem by Emily Dickinson, that has been haunting me for a while….

Heart, we will forget him!
You an I, tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging.
I may remember him!
— Emily Dickinson