Alone with You in the Ether

by Olivie Blake

You fool, she’s done the impossible. She has explained everything there is to know about the world in less than the time it took for your eyes to fully focus, and do you realize that I will spend a lifetime trying to do the same and never come close? This is an opus!, this is a triumph!, this is the meaning of life and you would think the answer would be satire, but it isn’t, it’s Truth. She told The Truth like you could never dream of telling it, and I pity you, that you could see the inside of your own soul and reduce it like this, so carelessly. With the vacuous deficiency of, Oh, this is pretty.

Because of you, she would whisper in his ear, I made the very first real thing I have ever made, can you believe it?

This is our love, do you see it? This is what it looks like to love you; it looks like an abyss, but it isn’t, do you understand? All falls come with danger, Aldo, but not us. Not us, we float.

There are no perfect circles, Regan. Yes, there’s one, and it’s this one: They fall in love because they’re always in love. That’s circular, not a circle.