we are collapsed in the act of just being here;
three blues, two greens and a beer...
Sunday, May 27, 2007
0032.
Math tells us three of the saddest love stories. Tangent lines who had one chance to meet and then parted forever. Parallel lines who were never meant to meet. And asymptotes who can get closer and closer but will never be together.
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