Basket.

Another tragedy to make us think. The fragileness of life, that can be gone in an instant, sometimes, literally, in the blink of an eye.

Here today, gone tommorrow. Such it is.

Less than a month to Common Test. One month to NE quiz. By right it is time to feel a wee bit panicky, but I feel strangely detached from reality. As if this is not going to happen, and life will go on as it is now, forever and ever. I know it won't, but what is there to stop me from thinking it will?

I like this too much to even contemplate its end.