there exists a thing
called zero
∃ 0'
I first saw you in the train, through the grab poles: the
kind that looks frayed, the kind which three people can
grab at the same height without the necessity of
physical contact. There weren’t any hands there now,
which was how I saw you through the widest part of
the gap, the curved boundary of the brushed steel
framing you sitting in the middle seat; the one furthest
from every reserved seat in the carriage.
I said “I... saw you”. Well, as a matter of fact, I saw your
book. Something about cardinals in set theory,
whatever that meant. I saw the cover with its primary
shade of blue, and the title, coloured white, in a
pleasant geometric font.
A few weeks after the day that I realised we were both
heading to the same book launch, you would lend me
that book of primary colours – on closer inspection,
there too were primary shades of red and yellow on
the cover –
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