An Allegory for Nothing At All
Allow me to paint you a picture. You are sitting across the table from a woman. Her eyes are bright, reflecting the light from the neon signs outside the window that she is looking at. You can’t see the signs, as they’re behind you, you only know they’re there from the reflection. You imagine that none of them say anything more enlightening than 'Open' or 'Free Wifi'. Nothing important enough to draw your attention away from the woman. The woman’s hair reminds you of the girl you used to sit next to in Second Grade. You can’t remember that girl’s name, but you think it started with a C, or maybe a K. Either way, your teachers always got it wrong, and you always felt that hint of pride that you knew better, mixed with a feverish hatred that only flared higher with each successive time that the same teacher would make the same mistake. The candle set between you and the woman is fake, but it flickers like it's real. Or like the battery is dying, but no matter the reas...