by Page Lynch | Jan 22, 2015
They had allowed him 75. After those 75 failed, he convinced them to provide the funding for 25 more. At 100 he secured private funding for an indefinite number, but they cut him off after 46. The last four experiments cost every dime he had ever saved of his own money.
by Page Lynch | Jan 21, 2015
The sun’s harsh light blared through the front door. The whole house was dark as the rays managed to skip past the walls and fall precisely onto my glass of water, illuminating its contents. Before two months ago, I was never much of a water drinker.
by Page Lynch | Jan 21, 2015
It was one of those mornings. The world was frozen at a standstill, where even the air itself didn’t dare to move. Not a single bird or forest critter stirred, and a thick fog rolled over on the land in its slumber. Total stillness.
by Page Lynch | Jan 21, 2015
Several miles are behind me as the landfill is finally in sight. The cliff’s edge looks like a nice place to rest before I climb down and cross the old highway to the piles, so I sit and let my feet dangle. I take a few swigs from an old canister in my backpack and stare at the empty road.
by Page Lynch | Jan 21, 2015
It’s a day that has chased away the sun’s heat. I am bundled up in my favorite white coat, but my skin is still laden with thousands of bumps. No matter how long I sit on this bench, my own body heat can’t seem to overtake the cold metal I feel through my jeans.
by Page Lynch | Jan 21, 2015
Work had been long and frustrating, so she decided to take a stroll through the park before heading home. Running or hiking wasn’t her thing, but she enjoyed leisurely walks through little havens of nature.