They Lack A Fundamental Understanding Of Physics

He speaks of the (im)possibility

of love: something almost like time

travel: i.e., theoretical: i.e.,

accessible to alien creatures

he can’t (won’t) understand.

She says, “I’m no scientist,”

which means, “We’re the same,” which

means, “Let’s find the fourth

dimension together,” which means,

“I can prove you wrong & you’ll

like it when I do.”

He shakes his head, admits

telescopes scare him as much

as microscopes = observation frightens

him = the fear of change.

She sighs. Δ is how she lives

her life, lest she should turn

supernova & throw her own self

out of orbit, suck them both

into a black hole.




--Caitlin Johnson