They ’ re reflections . Chiral , in a way . We can see what I mean . Reflections across space , the straight trajectories of photons giving us but a glimpse into a world we can only know in our head . 16:06 … Fuck it . Laurence , she said – Dr Alderson , you mean . What ? No – you ’ re Laurence . Yes , he replied . Dr Laurence Alder –
*** Lauren had never seen a room so white . So bare . A blank page waiting to be filled , it seemed .
The door creaked open . Her 16:00 . Hello doctor , she said then . I – I – Oh take a seat will you . He brushes past her and takes a seat at the desk . You came here today for ? What ? My role as supervisor ?
Yes , she said , empty . So , so empty . Why , though ? What was she here for . What was anything for . The black mirror of the window reflected a boy . It reflected a boy . I wanted to know about – about space , she said . It ’ s big . What else ? And – she searched for a word . Any word , really . Loops , I think ? Inversion . Inversion . Yes . Well , I suppose you read my thesis ? Thesis ? He sighed . Yes , Fourth-dimensional transitioning as therapeutic re-assimilation . I don ’ t – no . I was here to ask if you could , I don ’ t know , read , maybe , my idea about Necker cubes . He let the clock tick away the time . Maybe , he said , you should leave that for me . For you ? He got up and the window behind him stretched into a deep trench of night . I would thank you , if this were another time . But it is now – and we are new . It is about time , I think , that we start anew , don ’ t you agree , Lauren ? Anew ? We ’ ve just met . You ’ ve just met me , he replied . But we ’ re old acquaintances . Not friends ? A smile that she found disgustingly familiar , like those dingy , dark alleyways all women know better to avoid . No , he replied . Not friends . Friends don ’ t bury the other .
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