I'm never in the lab by myself. I tend to come in and out when everyone is here, when you can sit and make a 1min coffee, then sip it and gossip. The latest affair of the curator with the posdoc, the fight over bench space, the failed PCRs, all comes together in the tiniest kitchen, in the highest floor of this museum. Section 20, eighth floor. Today I am alone. I'm sitting on a wooden chair (a bit hard on the rear end) and I'm looking towards the south. Manhattan is foggy, and a red-tailed falcon flies over the Park, wide circles, its light body spread out completely. I'm a bit chilled by the air conditioner inside, always so contrasting with the temperature out there. A seagull cruises over the buildings in front me, perhaps it recognizes the art deco mixed with the classic style, maybe its thinking of landing on one of the sky high terraces and pick at the toes of a fancy neighbor. Helicopters roar in the distance, covering the ridiculous events that make it to the 11 o'clock news. They give this scene a dream-like feeling, a bladerunner might jump out of that helicopter. There is so much fog, I can barely see the Citicorp, there's only a hint of the city's skyline. I suddenly remember that I had this dream. I was 23, sleeping in a bed with two windows on the side, a cold ocean to the east. I woke up enchanted by the details of my dream, I remembered them all, the smell of books in an office, the particles of water in my nose while I walked through fog, the speed of an elevator taking me to the tallest heights, the hairs in my arm rising. I had dreamt of enormous thin buildings, and I was in them, awed by their existence and the fact that I was there. Geese passed migrating below me, wonderful, above the clouds, swift, yet slow enough to remind me I was asleep. I stood there watching, hypnotized by their movements and the blue and gray tones of the moistened sky. I knew I had to be in that city, I was hooked, transfixed. Did I visualize my future in a prophetic moment, or did that dream pushed me here, ever so subconsciously that in the end I migrated too?