It is Thursday afternoon. I am still on my Monday make up. It is strange to see how it vanishes. I actually like it better when it reaches the end of the week.
It itself erases in a beautiful way. There are many things that they never erase. They may be forgotten but they are still there.
Recently, I am reading about memory cells in our immune system. There is death rate for them. But, I still do not know how it really works. there are many theories and hypothesis. There are many mice bread every day to help the science progress. But we are not changing the world here. We are just playing around. The fact of being scientist as profession bothers me sometimes. We are not changing the world here. We are not necessarily making it a better place. Maybe some of us do. But, for many of us it is just something that we enjoy doing it. It is just something that satisfies our ego. Sadly, for some of us it is a "path of least resistance".
Anyway, I am still in my Monday make up and amazed by how nicely it erases. I wish other things can erase themselves. I wish I can erase things. It is hard or impossible to get over many things when they are still there. likewise, it is hard to be disconnected. It is harder to not to know the things that you do not want to know.