An irrational number | I wonder when that memory on the bus became significant. Like the never-ending decimal representations, peering into that blip of time that has accrued layers of meanings over time I emerge with a thread with an end that only God knows.
There are still new digits being computed for pi. Pi is not mysterious but is known, yet that depth I do not yet (?) have.
It was so hard to write those lines. Sometimes I would put my face super close to the mirror, and it becomes a stranger to me.