Passages

It was late. So late, in fact, that the late bus was further away temporally than the early bus. This presented a dilemma: patiently traverse the distance between late and early, or walk home

As he walked, he noticed that the buildings looked different in the absence of people. It was as if the architecture could speak freely, its design and intentions laid bare. The intention of this particular neighborhood was clear as day – it was the embodiment of a socially engineered dream, the different parts fulfilling different specified functions. There was an order to it, as predetermined as the bus timetable whose beginnings and ends he was now keenly aware of

Love, in so many words

“Is this the point where you tell me you can’t live without me, that I am your everything, that I fill some hole in your soul, something about undying love, etc etc?”

“If that was what I was gonna say, it’d be said rather quickly, I gather. But it isn’t that. In fact, all those things are the opposite of how I feel”

“How so?”

“Well, see, I’m pretty sure I could do pretty well without you. Very sure, in fact”

“This is unexpected”

“But I don’t want to do without. Things would be much more interesting with you around”

“I prefer this to the undying love routine, to be honest”

The world spirit

Today was a mood. A good mood. So good, in fact, that she decided to walk to the lecture today. To be sure, it would take an additional hour to get there and another one to get back, but it had been a while since her last anabasis and, gosh darnit, she was in a good mood. A brisk walk would be quite the thing

As soon as she had walked out the door, the first glimmers appeared. Not dramatically, just shimmers floating on the sunlit air, one at a time, like cosmic blinks. Soon enough, the first snowfall of the year began in earnest

It leaves

Summer was most definitely over. Despite the remaining warmth, even the most ardent of summer spirits would have to admit the evening darkness brought about by daylight savings is a definite sign that autumn hath arrived

Secretly, she liked this part of the year. After dark, the streetlights made beautiful shadowplay on the leaves still remaining on the trees. There was this one particular path where trees and streetlamps interlaced, causing an ever shifting pattern of light and dark whenever the wind rustled. It was not the shortest path between anything, but she managed to end up taking it whenever possible

Orderly progression

There was a crack in the pavement

This in and of itself was not the strangest thing in the world. Pavements do that, it is an inherent attribute of the universe; all attempts to order things in a permanent way are bound to fail eventually. Entropy and the passage of time sees to that

This particular spot was special, though. He could still remember when it was newly paved, the paradigmatic image of systematic order. That moment was forever etched into his memory, as he had found the road blocked by a construction crew, and thus had to find another route to his wedding. Which he had been unequivocally late to, for this very reason

A crack in the pavement. Yes, that was exactly what it was, nothing more, nothing less

Sitrep

It had been a long day. It had begun, and then things had just kept on going. Any one of the specific particulars would, if seen in isolation, have been a manageable routine thing that could be dealt with without thought or effort. It was not any one thing that did it, however. It was all of them, accumulated, all at once, all adding to the overall situation, prodding the limits of manageability and then keeping on keeping on

Tomorrow looked to be more of it. Not necessarily the same, but definitely more

As she slumped into an exhausted sit, a very small thing happened. Without preamble, a head buffed her and made it clear that now was a moment of affection. Petting the purring furball, she accepted the situation

There and back again

It was a heavy day. The weight was not made lighter by the sheer insistence of the world to be bright and sunny; under any other circumstances, this would be the prototypical Fine Day. The weather report promised this inconsistency would continue to be for the duration

He considered buying flowers, but decided not to. They’d do nothing, and the point anyway was to be there. Everything else was optional

He navigated the hospital corridors, then finally found the correct room. As he sat down to begin the wait for her to wake up, he wondered how these things could be both emotionally intense and boring at the same time. It seemed unfair, somehow