How easy it is for him to compartmentalize. To divide the world into easy binaries: real and not real, important and trivial. Affects me and doesn’t affect me. If he can’t see it then it’s not real, the empiricist in him. Jess stares at the ceiling and wonders what he sees when he sees her. How much of her he sees. Wonders if, to him, she’s fully real. Wonders whether the aperture of his mind is wide enough to accommodate her in her entirety.
