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Patch

June 12, 2011 » Life

There it was above him. A perfect, click brilliantly bordered square of blackest night

If he held out his hand, the stuck up thumb masked the patch entirely.

As he watched, it eclipsed the waning moon, proving its crisp edges.

It slid through a sea of stars, occluding each in turn.

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Mental Models – A Short Story

March 28, 2011 » Life

He looked her straight in the eye, “I don’t love you.”

“What?”, she asked, groggy in the bright morning light.

“I don’t love you”, he repeated, in a neutral tone.

“Since when?”

He started, then paused with a puzzled look. “Since always, I suppose. I’ve never loved you. I love a model of you that lives in my head. I love the idea of you.”

“Oh”, she mumbled, slumping back onto the pillow, “that’s all right then.”

“No, no it’s not.” he nudged her until she opened her eyes again. “It’s not all right at all.”

“Why not?”

“Because when we create these models, we fill the missing bits with ourselves. We can’t help but love ourselves, it’s the downfall of man.”

He furrowed his brow.

“But the more we learn about each other, then more accurate the model becomes. Less me, more you, less to love effortlessly. Love becomes work, accepting the flaws that we didn’t even acknowledge at the start. Love is difficult.”

“Tell me about it.” she whispered, and rolled over.

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