The two of them are both leaning back and forward simultaneously—her back resting against a rickety, metal filing cabinet that’s been here longer than he has, her left ear tilting slightly towards the crappy pair of computer speakers, her right ear tilting entirely towards him. Her eyes seem to be fascinated by the track name and her left hand is secretly tapping out the beat. He too is watching the counter on the computer screen: :21, :22, :23. He too is leaning against the back of something—a chair this time—and he too is hunching forwards making sure he’s got a good view of both the computer screen and the door.
There are strings between them. Oscillating, nervous strings making up the forces that pull their two bodies together, just as Brian Greene theorizes.
Vibrations climb into their ear buds—sound waves—the exact same sound waves at the exact same frequency. At the exact same time.
Electromagnetic radiation shoots into their eyes in the form of visible light.
The vibrations are full of more energy than any string at the atomic level has ever held. They are pink and gold and have tints of white. They are like the music emanating from the speakers—she explains, “When you hear it, it’s so light and effortless. But I bet on paper it’s uh pretty intense.”
He agrees with vibrant eyes. He agrees with an elsewhere, sarcastic smile. He agrees with a look that she thinks reads, “I don’t want to leave.”
You. This school. This part of my life.
She wonders if he will ever think of this moment after this moment. And she is almost sure he will. She is almost sure he will.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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