dreamt of a birthday party over the equation for creation
I dreamt of your birthday party, Myrna. It was hosted at an expanded tree house, which was attached to the back of some hipster/tres chic restaurant bar. Hmmm... the convergence of the bucolic and the urbane. If not a paradox, at least a strange and pushed juxtaposition, yeah?
I was there with a date (who knew that you were my ex-) and I do not know how we were invited -- or if we even were. As she and I sat at the picnic table under copious foliage from the mighty oak that the tree house used for structural support, you walked by.
You and I made eye contact. You nodded. I winked. That was the last we saw of each other.
During the party, I found myself in a conversation about the algorithms of the fast pace of modern life. I was explaining to another writer the equation of getting to a destination before you ever leave, which seems to be the goal of conquering/getting through the daily machinations of modern life.
It is a paradox -- the pace at which the population gets through each day, which transcends the good ol' "D = R x T" or "Distance equals Rate times Time."
I said the new equation could be written as Infinity over zero. I wrote down the symbols on a napkin. ∞/0.
He studied the semiotics on the napkin and then looked at me. Then he said that ∞/0 was also the equation for creation.
I was there with a date (who knew that you were my ex-) and I do not know how we were invited -- or if we even were. As she and I sat at the picnic table under copious foliage from the mighty oak that the tree house used for structural support, you walked by.
You and I made eye contact. You nodded. I winked. That was the last we saw of each other.
During the party, I found myself in a conversation about the algorithms of the fast pace of modern life. I was explaining to another writer the equation of getting to a destination before you ever leave, which seems to be the goal of conquering/getting through the daily machinations of modern life.
It is a paradox -- the pace at which the population gets through each day, which transcends the good ol' "D = R x T" or "Distance equals Rate times Time."
I said the new equation could be written as Infinity over zero. I wrote down the symbols on a napkin. ∞/0.
He studied the semiotics on the napkin and then looked at me. Then he said that ∞/0 was also the equation for creation.
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