This whole thing is just ridiculously good but I have to quote these two paragraphs at you although they are too long:
Fondness and familiarity had a way of forming a positive feedback loop, an ouroboros that fed on its own confirmation bias in ever-tightening loops. Soulmates, they had giggled, once, hiding under the covers, sharing their hopes, egging on each other’s wishes, marveling at how the threads of their existence had been taken and woven together now so tightly that they could never be teased apart. You are a person who is just like me.
The thing about mirrors is that they reflect your own myopia. It may have been more accurate to say that there was a person they each wanted to be just like, that it was not one or the other but a third thing, a clear outline of an existence that they could see shining before them, and that they were both so determined in their desire that they mistook evolution for genesis, form for function, as the preachers and the old scientists had.
Like?? I don't even know what to say. This is a prose poem. Perfection.
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Fondness and familiarity had a way of forming a positive feedback loop, an ouroboros that fed on its own confirmation bias in ever-tightening loops. Soulmates, they had giggled, once, hiding under the covers, sharing their hopes, egging on each other’s wishes, marveling at how the threads of their existence had been taken and woven together now so tightly that they could never be teased apart. You are a person who is just like me.
The thing about mirrors is that they reflect your own myopia. It may have been more accurate to say that there was a person they each wanted to be just like, that it was not one or the other but a third thing, a clear outline of an existence that they could see shining before them, and that they were both so determined in their desire that they mistook evolution for genesis, form for function, as the preachers and the old scientists had.
Like?? I don't even know what to say. This is a prose poem. Perfection.