Every you, every me. Fractals. Fractures.

This is what you do now to give your day topography--scan the boxes, read the news, see the chain of your friends reporting about themselves, take the 140-character expository bursts and sift through for the information you need. It's a highly deceptive world, one that constantly asks you to comment but doesn't really care what you have to say. The illusion of participation can sometimes lead to participation. But more often than not, it only leads to more illusion, dressed in the guise of reality.

Her vulnerability is open, but she’s safe within it.

Laughter rarely lasts longer than a few seconds, it's true. But how enjoyable those few seconds are.

She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.