steps
So I presume tonight's the last time we can take advantage of UCL's dormitory Internet facilities. For a school as stingy as this one is, I thought they'd shut down the connection once the clock strikes twelve. However, it appears that I can still claim my presence in cyber space.
Last week I went to see the Earth from the Air photo exhibition just outside the Natural History Museum. The pictures were awesome--the beauty of multiplicity viewed from a height. However, they were not displayed purely as 'art for art's sake'. You could either run around on the gigantic map of the world carpet, or learn little facts about our Earth--numbers that talk, that should strike your consciousness. I occasionally remember to recycle and do my part for Mother Earth, yet such pictures do not make me venture into rain forests and safe trees and stuff. Maybe I should start by switching off the lights in my room.
In contrast to the much praised pictures, dino's footsteps were totally neglected, like footprints on the sand ready to be washed away. I recall myself absolutely amazed by these steps at the age of 7, and had a photo taken with me sitting on the iron bars. You can believe anything at that age; now they just resemble any plain looking pavement.
