A soliloquy is not overheard except by the person who speaks it and God. But in theatre we overhear soliloquy as an audience.
"Behold the Mountain of Bu. The one with color options. For in colors there is power. Black, the sky. His object is flat. To prove to you he is a man though feminine in calculation."
A calculatrice.
Too smart to be emo.
Emo being a feminist subject here.
I am her darkness, a quadrant.
She sees my muscles flex.
Then she takes off her glasses and kisses me. Or he does, I should say for with glasses off he instantly shifts in the gender fluidity scale.
Though she goes back to her soliloquy I have imagined here. And I am not heard from until I learned a fact, about anything. And that once I had learned it I would teach it to her.
So I say, to myself, I will learn.
And I go.
Of all the choices what will that one lesson be? For her? A person that ostensibly knows everything compared to me. I will teach her to be happy with me again for I want too to be taught to be happy with you every day. It is the best course of action. The most sure. It makes me laugh. I know its course. And she never asks me to learn anything other than this, and never asks again.
But I learn things for her, anyway, because I'm hooked and she's got me.
"Vampire logic," she tells me, "don't trust it. I can't have what I want partially because evil exists in this world."
I go away and come back.
"Vampires are a metaphor of abuse. Their logic? Feed. So what do I do? I can exercise but I'd rather outsmart them. How can I outsmart them?"
"Concentrated evil is a potent substance. Whom 'it in when' moderation it focuses abuse, for seeing, it causes an inability to focus, and we understand. Teach yourself to use it."
"But I want you to teach me."
"Start with a drop of blood from a feather. Write, deeply felt. I did."
"Whenever you tell me to write like that I feel a fool for you could believe I was able."
"Satan's ohhgunnhisthth was able. Start with a drop of blood again."
"This magic, it's worse than vampires. I remember I told you this once before."
"Yes, you did. Just the kind of useless, made up information I need to use up all my memory space."
"You can't use up all of your memory space it doesn't work that way."
Vampire logic aside, the true challenge between them was to be scientifically accurate.
"Pi is a long number."
"It doesn't have an end."
"How do we know that?"
"Maybe we don't."
"Yea, because we can't write the whole thing out because we don't have enough time to so how can we tell if it goes on forever or not."
"It's like a metaphor for that."
"It's not a metaphor it is just a fact."
"Metaphors are facts."
"Are they?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"They tell us something is something else."
"How is that a fact?"
"Maybe it is not?"
"Yea, you can't say something is something else is a fact because they are not each other. It just is not a fact. Metaphors are not facts."
"Metaphors are not facts. What about as emphasis, they tell us how one another feel and how we feel is a fact."
"So you feel metaphor because you are something else?"
"Oh, you think I'm something else. That's kind."
"Yes . . ." he admitted, shaking his head,"I mean is a metaphor because you feel you are something else because something else is something else?"
"Then it's a fact."
"Why?"
"Because if you are something else because something else is something else then that causal relationship is the fact of the metaphor."
"What if there is no causal relationship and something is not something else because you are something else, and so it is just that you say one thing is another which they are not. Obviously. And so metaphor is never a fact. Something is not something else just because you say it is."
"But it's a fact that you say it is?"
"Metaphor is never a fact. Saying one thing is another doesn't make it a fact."
"But it is a fact in the mind of the person that created it."
"That it exists. Not that it means anything."
"It does mean something. That's why it was said."
"But a fact isn't said because it is a fact; it is said because I feel like saying it."
"That's what metaphors are for. And those feelings, those are facts. Express them however you want."
"So metaphors are facts, I think."
"It's a fact that someone feels that way."
"Why would someone feel that way?"
"What way? Specifically?"
"Like a butterfly is a diamond."
"Not 'like'. That's a simile. The butterfly is a diamond because its genetic sequence: precious, unique, allows it to be special—as special as a diamond."
"No, a butterfly is not a diamond."
"Well it's a fact that in my opinion it is."
"No, a butterfly is a root. It's value will increase as we genetically enhance or modify them and add cybernetic advancements to their whole species."
"So it's a fact that you think so."
"Okay, okay, maybe it is a fact that an emotion or an opinion represented as a metaphor is a fact. But metaphors do not need to be about emotions or opinions. And so they do not need to be facts."
"I see. You may be right. What is a metaphor not used to represent an emotion or opinion?"
"I can think of no example."
"Me neither."
"So maybe metaphors are always facts."
"And so why would you feel a certain way or have an opinion that you represented as a metaphor?"
"It depends on the metaphor."
"Well, no, just speak to me generally about it."
"Okay. A metaphor is a feeling related to how you would join two things."
"Why?"
"When you join two things to make a new meaning, you say one thing is another because the feeling you get from combining them is factually how you feel. And if you think of an opinion about how you feel you can represent it in a metaphor. And so feelings and opinions are, at the deepest level, metaphors because we feel a certain way about one thing changing to another. Especially ourselves. These can be quite large ideas about society and economic systems."
"Society is an emo."
"Ya but economic systems aren't."
"I have an opinion about what an emo is."
"We're both emos. Get over it."
"I can't. That's why I'm emo. No, hear me out. I have an argument for why emos never tell why they need to share the moment they got over it again and again so they can get over it for real but they cannot so they always talk about it like I just did. So I guess I am not not an emo and I just proved it. And I was meaning to."
"Is that your opinion?"
"No, I mean, it could be. Do you think it should be?"
"Maybe."
"How would we find out?"
"Meet some good emos. I know one who is writing this right now."
"Weird."
"Ya."
"So we're not the only emos out there."
"I guess not. I mean it's post-WWII."
"But we're super smart and I'm a genius."
"You're not a genius you have no details about facts and examples."
"Excuse me what was our whole conversation about: facts and examples."
"Yea well call me when you remember the Statistics or the Scientific discovery of Uranium."
"I don't need to know facts like that."
"Everyone needs to know facts like that."
"But I have metaphors. What's a good scientific discovery without a metaphor involved? Cake by the ocean my friend!"
"Oh so now I'm in the friend zone because you can't remember pi to fourteen places like I can?"
"You know with all your bantering I feel anxiety about being smart like you. If you were smart you would not cause me anxiety."
Theirs was such a relationship of the Intellect, not outmatched sophistication that Hakon's feminine side came out, completely. He was not afraid in public anymore. An Emo-feminist minimalist.
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