Asymptote

I never took Calculus so I don't really know anything about limits. I like asymptotes though. Funny name. And the concept that you can forever approach but never arrive is the most quantum insanity I've ever heard. 

My threshold is an asymptote. I do have a limit, but all the flotsam and jetsam of life have pushed ever toward and never to this magical point. I feel closer to it than ever. The fabled breaking point. The scene in movies where the main character is doing something strange and wild and life changing. 

How much of my current feelings is the pandemic? It's hard to say. Perhaps COVID has been the extra light on in the room. I want to go to the mountains and sit in the snow. I want to put the minutiae of my day job in a capsule and launch it into deep space. Nine times. If I'm spending 8-12 hours a day working in front of a screen, I want it to be on my novel, a draft of which could be done by Spring Break if I made better choices. I want to ride my bike all over LA and run on the beach and bounce a basketball again. I want to see my family. I want to go to Colorado. 

This limit, it goes back to courage. I've set my equation in such a way that I'll always stay below the asymptote. I need a new equation with enough power to break math altogether.

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