Talking to her is like looking through a wormhole in space, trying to communicate across countless light-years - seeing and understanding, but knowing that the two realities aren't connected in any conceivable way. It's like meeting someone who I used to know very well twenty years from now, and laughing over shared memories, but not managing to actually strike up an honest conversation. But as she sits a half inch away from me, I can't believe that there's no way around it. She orbits the same star as me, on the same planet, in the same geopolitical sector, a short bike ride away and often much closer. She is anything but a stranger who I'm seeing for the first time in twenty years. Nothing so stupid and pointless has any right to exist; and I'll try to break it down in the only way I know how: by not giving up.
posted on Sunday, June 08, 2003
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