A Pheadrus' Ghost Haunting in Biology Class Today in My New Life

Revised: 07/05/2023 5:10 p.m.

  • July 4, 2023, 11 p.m.
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Youth is waisted on the young. Rush rush rush through class O. While Pheadrus’ ghost visited me. I was no longer in the present biology class but I was visiting my former biology classes and lectures in the past: the ghost of biology past, if you will. Pheadrus spirit was there again. I was in a lecture from a visiting Biologist come from Antarctica to recruit researchers there. He says he takes his team skiing in Antarctica. I raise my hand and ask if anyone ever brought a snowboard like I would. (The smell of formaldehyde wafts up from my shirt as I type today.) And further on with another Professor my research hangs in the balance. My research paper on Lake Vostok whilst the Russians & Americans raced to drill to find ancient life. The Race to Space was a race to Vostok! HP Lovecraft’s At The Mountains of Madness gripped Pheadrus’ yearning, wandering mind; ancient life under the ice in a hidden prehistoric lake. And now I am back in class today. I am the biologist bound to Antarctica. His silvered, ice worn hair is mine now as I trudge the forbidden, snowy, desolate continent void of natural human habitat. I am serene. My life is back where it was always suppose to be 12 long years ago At the Mountains of Madness. My team of college students are bored and wish to leave for better things later on. They wish to rush the moment away. I am Yeats’ tattered coat slung up on a stick behind a door. Youth is waisted on the young. The formaldehyde stinking sea creatures that lay in trays before us hold no interest amongst action flicks, rom-coms, cell phones and pizza. Can we get our grade, please, to rush on to the next thing to rush through and repeat? I am Jack’s weather-worn epidermis and 5 o’clock shadow. Vostok has been drilled. The Russian’s beat us to it almost 10 years ago. The clock is ticking ticking ticking and melting off the wall. But a new moon of Saturn is of interest now. Call me Ahab. My celestial Moby Dick awaits us.


Last updated July 05, 2023


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