A few lines of dialogue that I wrote today:
“So, the treats I eat represent the matter falling into the black hole, while my poop–“
“You are not coming to my class and pooping to demonstrate Hawking radiation. Don’t even think about it.”
“I guess that means you don’t want to hear my take on the black hole information paradox, then?”
My life is very strange.
I can’t wait.
Isn’t that more of a white-hole analogy?
But now I do.
And I’ not even a dog person.
Borderline. Since you ask.