Nina: a Quantum Crush tangent
Quantum Satis + Nova-Nevedoma
Welcome to a collab post. What was the idea behind it?
1. A guest author chooses a story from their peers’ archive.
2. The guest author rewrites the original story in their style. Creative freedom to narrate untold angles of the original story is allowed, yet the result remains the same story written by different people.
Nina, the tangent derived from this collaboration:
I want the pattern of our gazes to overlap and destroy the impossible riddle that sets us apart, unaware of our proximity. I hear the thoughts you try to ignore, and they are static in our possibilities. How could you calculate the timeless result of our existence together a moment before it came into being? And yet you struggle to ignore it, savoring the thrill of self-deception, and you lead my heart astray in unnecessary stations of silence and solitude. What if I told you your cosmic scales are as infinite as mine and that I am honored if we merge in a single bite of our tail? As I digest your vision of we in my soul's rhythm, in my mind, we rattle and buzz like torpedo magnets in the air. But you and I know it all, so let's forget the crimes of murderous calculus and let us happen. Or, let's be guilty and love, tremendously bored with each other at first sight. Because I see you looking at me in your inner canvas, painting me in colors of thought and non-existence.
- Excuse me, do you know what the station is?
Have you come all this way to water my commissures and then be late for all the trains we create for ourselves and piss off the conductor with your timid stare? How can you be so mad and astute to disregard the only thing you know how to do? I know how to do it, too. However, the life I gladly drank from the great serpent to sit before you made me so much like it that I must turn to Cain to reach you in the depths of the impossible. Without it, we would have been impregnable.
- Sorry, are you here?
I know it's Oystmirth. You told me in deep dreams. I know the 'yes' you will struggle to remember, my precious child. In the secret and forgotten garden, we packed our bags and made a plan for the sake of us. I shall now know how to measure you like the possibility I wanted. It is the only way. By going all out, chances are that we fail, and hence, we see ourselves succeeding. Ask me anything you want, try me. Prove to me whether I know that I know, and allow my honesty. Shoot at me from your core, and let me be you, because:
- I actually do.
Oh my word. I accepted the ticket, tore it up, presented it to the Moon, then became a Freedom Rider tramping my way to the stars! Neo Romanticism in a pocket full of dreams. And Desire. Vánječka to Fitzsimons to all points beyond. Next stop: Efflorescence! All aboooard! Just gorgeous Writing -- and Freedom Riding! :)