Oliver Cherer – The Myth of Violet Meek

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Another dislocation brought me to the lair of the boxes, most of them virtual. In them, I see people, not really there but convinced they can’t escape. Well, it’s easy for me to say, I’m back where I started, so even though the pen is the same, the words are different, and now I’m sitting in judgement of virtual boxes. Can I do no better than this?

By the merest of phrasings, the picture changed – it is what it is, and suddenly I liked it and didn’t want it to change so I reached out my arms to hold on to the edges four. A couple walked past and then didn’t – I was blocking their view. In desperation, I tried to describe for them their picture so I didn’t have to let go, but they found this unsatisfactory and said they might as well have stayed at home like they’d been ordered.

So I looked again at the picture that I so cherished and noticed something different about it. Something new? Had it always been there or did the universe change while I was talking to the couple? Or did the act of exchange cause the change?

So I let go.

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