October 12, 2009
"I need more space," she says.
The old cliches spring, unbidden, to mind:
The final frontier ...
Plan Nine ...
No-one can hear you scream ...
"Ground control to Major Tom"
But, today, I have learnt it is best to say nothing of this.
It has already brought us discord;
Have our signals become so attenuated with distance?
I try a more subtle approach,
telling her how it can be
that hidden in the tiny, curling gap between two protons
the multitude of bright and shining universes lying there
outnumbers all the particles
in this twisted, broken cosmos of our own.
And surely, I say, that is room enough for anyone?
She regards me quietly for a moment,
choosing her words with great care.
"I only meant," she says,
"that I'm looking for something with a bigger dining room."
The next day, I am fired from the estate agents.
Posted by daen at October 12, 2009 01:42 PM
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