Tuesday, January 31, 2012

She sees the room in high resolution, he sees it in schematic. The world around her is close and dense with detail, colors clustered in a patch of a canvas painted by Seurat. He is looking at the blueprint, the four corners, the window, the exit. She sees the story of a man in the details of his apartment. He has bare walls and she would like to fill them, but he might never notice her marks on his blueprint. He hears the cars in the street and a passing train. She sees he is not paying attention to her. Her world is a collection of personal connections and moods about them, so she is easily distracted. She only wants his attention when she does not have it. He doles it out sparingly to keep her focussed because when he looks at her, all the world folds up like a map and there is nothing but her face.

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