My feet would slice through the water like razors, I wouldn't even move. I would leave demoralized, staring at my feet.

I've been a scanning electron microscopist for many years, I have thousands of electron micrographs, and when I'm staring at the mycelium, I realize that they are microfiltration membranes.

It's a strange business model. I can come into work everyday and staple five pieces of paper and just stare at it with my latte.

And at night I would lie out, looking at the unpolluted sky, as Delhi used to be at that time when I was a kid, and I used to stare at the universe and say, How far does this universe go?

The way forward towards a shared and sustainable future was to ensure that the burden of mitigation was borne according to each country's responsibility and that the necessary resources were shared so that all countries were prepared to face the effects of climate change.

I am looking down on Central Park and recall from half a century ago in a small town in Northern Romania a tall, white haired man proclaiming his poem, The Colors Red and Black. Gazing over the park, I remember those Stalinist era verses