expressive mathematics:
there was an earthquake lastnight-- don't be alarmed, it wasn't severe but pretty strong allthesame. what's important is that i was at the theatre, the walls shook pretty well and i had to make a quick escape through the emergency exit. the double doors opened easily and the night air was slightly moist and calm. outside no alarms had sounded and there wasn't the slightest sense that anything was burning. anyway, i stepped down some broken stairs and noticed not a few feet behind me that i was following myself. i was dressed in the black jacket i used to wear before i found this dark blue one with the epaulets. what with my height and reasonably stark appearance i'm fairly easy to spot, so i'm sure we noticed each other immediately. at the bottom of the stairs i paused long enough to catch up with myself and we walked across the street to where a levy contained an undulating body of water.
we shared the same conversation anyone might have with oneself while walking past some ships that were calmly bobbing in the dark water. in speaking with each other it was clear that we were not the product of a simple mathematical division. that is to say we were complete and independent of each other, though both of us were captivated equally by the shiplights that illuminated well past the broken streetlamps. maybe it had something to do with the earthquake that made me into two, but that was really no matter. since it was getting late we stopped the next taxi that came by and asked to be driven to my friend's apartment. fortunately i had a longstanding agreement with her that i could stop by anytime, no questions asked, and fall asleep on her couch.
the cab driver was effective at navigating the city even though much of the landscape was in disarray from the tremor. we split the fare two ways and i fished a key out of the pocket of my corduroys that would open the red door of my friend's edwardian. just as i remembered, the stairs were covered in tan carpet that was worn short in places where shoes had caught too many times. i led myself up, noticing how all the paintings had been knocked from the walls and exposed deep cracks in the plaster. it turns out a number of people were there as my friend had a reputation for her goodwill, and everyone thought it was pretty novel that i had found myself in a theatre in the midst of an earthquake. both myself and i agreed, and we all shared something of a laugh about it.
no one was particularly shaken up over the event and fortunately there were no injuries to report. someone had to dash without finding matching shoes, but with that exception his outfit appeared together. some sheets were hanging as room dividers and that gave the apartment a sense of youthful exuberance, like a dormitory. i was a little tired, but there was some issue i knew we were avoiding. we both knew that our situation was temporary to some degree there was some anxiety about who would have to disappear. that was alright, but i'd just as soon it be my other self. i was sitting comfortably on a black chaise lounge when we decided to sleep in separate rooms. one of us got up, and passed through the curtain into the other room. i didn't bother taking off my jacket before falling asleep and couldn't hear which one of us first drifted away.
we shared the same conversation anyone might have with oneself while walking past some ships that were calmly bobbing in the dark water. in speaking with each other it was clear that we were not the product of a simple mathematical division. that is to say we were complete and independent of each other, though both of us were captivated equally by the shiplights that illuminated well past the broken streetlamps. maybe it had something to do with the earthquake that made me into two, but that was really no matter. since it was getting late we stopped the next taxi that came by and asked to be driven to my friend's apartment. fortunately i had a longstanding agreement with her that i could stop by anytime, no questions asked, and fall asleep on her couch.
the cab driver was effective at navigating the city even though much of the landscape was in disarray from the tremor. we split the fare two ways and i fished a key out of the pocket of my corduroys that would open the red door of my friend's edwardian. just as i remembered, the stairs were covered in tan carpet that was worn short in places where shoes had caught too many times. i led myself up, noticing how all the paintings had been knocked from the walls and exposed deep cracks in the plaster. it turns out a number of people were there as my friend had a reputation for her goodwill, and everyone thought it was pretty novel that i had found myself in a theatre in the midst of an earthquake. both myself and i agreed, and we all shared something of a laugh about it.
no one was particularly shaken up over the event and fortunately there were no injuries to report. someone had to dash without finding matching shoes, but with that exception his outfit appeared together. some sheets were hanging as room dividers and that gave the apartment a sense of youthful exuberance, like a dormitory. i was a little tired, but there was some issue i knew we were avoiding. we both knew that our situation was temporary to some degree there was some anxiety about who would have to disappear. that was alright, but i'd just as soon it be my other self. i was sitting comfortably on a black chaise lounge when we decided to sleep in separate rooms. one of us got up, and passed through the curtain into the other room. i didn't bother taking off my jacket before falling asleep and couldn't hear which one of us first drifted away.