The story of a white board
We have a white board in the office upstairs where we usually sit, if we are not working in the lab. This poem came to life on Friday, while cycling to work. The white board yearns for its alter ego: the black board. Of course, these words can be erased, but once they have come together and joyfully consummated, they become inseparable. They reach a stable union which even the Goliath cannot pull them apart.
