Monday, January 25, 2010

follow my white plume!

She revealed the way she learned numbers. Zero being the ghost, the god. One was the leader and two his wife. Three was his brother, four, five and so on.

Imagine a mind seperate from mine with thoughts just as tangible and interesting! No one else had ever seemed so real.


2 comments:

Cari said...

Ralliez-vous à mon panache blanc!

rmalena said...

I want to write this story as it extends, and she learns about infinity. Deciding infinity is now god, zero must have been an ancient trickster who has fooled her for so long. The math class splits in two between the uncountable and the indefinable. Persecution turns honest belief into the cold creeds of definition and division. 1, 2, and 3 become bland stereotypes used by both sides. Numbers lose their relation to humanity and she forgets how they were once bright and meaningful.

But this is because I just can't write about childhood.