Learning Curve,

Can best be described only in terms of moments, minute fragments, segments of time. For that is what they are. Cross sections of space where people meet.
Even if lovers, friends, acquaintances, every second of their lives together, still only precious few moments of meeting, true interface is beyond recognisance, we spend time getting into others heads only to plot escape…
Instead the learning curve. Segmented moments plotted on internal graphs:
Am I getting this right?
Am I hearing what they said?
You said?
Am I hearing what I wanted?
Them to say?
You to say?
The list grows endlessly, fractals in the twilight of not knowing:
All that can be played are the cards that lay on the table now, or was it then?


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