Accelerate

And I turn around in my office-chair
— I’m sorry…
– Hm?
— I had to come here and tell you.
– What?
— How distracted I am.
She leans back on the desk
— It’s still really strange. I think everyone thinks its strange, to be reading about ourselves.
Blink
I don’t really think about it
— I know, I guess, I just wanted to tell you. Had to tell you.
Pause
– OK.
I can feel it pushing me
Pushing against me
Moving me in different directions
It has its own current
Complex systems of forces guided by unknown boundaries
Swirling
Threatening
Certain
— It must be difficult.
But difficulty is not a relevant term
It is not a measure of effort
— Oh? I thought… well in the past,
True
– Yes. I think.
And then I add
– If I remember correctly.
The subjectivity of memory dissolves the issue
Memory, like everything else, is just as caught in the current
All these contrived things once joined in purpose and vocation are separate
Each being moved independently of the other
— But awareness is singular.
– At least it appears so.
And I would say that I doubt even that, however doubt itself
Implicit trust
Reason and rational conclusion sourced from examination of facts
These are irrelevant terms
— That’s the thing about singularities I guess.
I stare
— Though it’s a useful romantic term.
– It is.
I wonder why she came here
Of all places
Something to do with sanctuaries
Havens
Pools of liquid more still that form at the edges of the torrent
Where the practical part of life is permitted to live
— Something about stagnation?
– Not really.
I wouldn’t be too keen to suggest that practical life causes something to stagnate
– We’ve talked about it before if you remember, about it being a sub-system. That ultimately practicality, physicality are feeders for the process, whatever that process is.
— Hm.
Is all she says
And she looks at the words
— We’ll talk tonight.
– Alright.
— You don’t seem terribly distressed which is… peculiar, given the title.
– The title is an acknowledgement.
— Ah yes, you’re all about acknowledging these days, yes?
– It’s only natural. It excludes the necessity to validate or agree. It is amoral and factual, regardless of any perception or translation.
She stares
— You’re starting to sound like one of us.
– I wouldn’t know anything about that.
Which is a lie
She knows it
Something of a formality, or perhaps ritual
The repeating of idioms for perhaps no other reason than tradition
The vaguest of ties to the past
To the relevance of time
She pushes off the desk
Turns and leaves