His speech is in BLUE, mine is in PURPLE.
August 29, 2011: At Trinity River, counting shooting stars.
"Can we be a singularity?"
**Note: how could I have possibly said no, when asked like that?
While chatting in bed, he grows silent.
"What's on your mind, love?"
"Vacuums."
"Like, Dyson, Hoover, DirtDevil?"
"What? No...like the absence of air, matter, emptiness. Which do you think is the best shape for a vacuum? A sphere or a cube?"
Goodbye, sleep. Hello, discussion on a perfect vacuum.
Before calling it a night.
"You coming to bed?"
"Yea, let's do some Chemistry before bed."
"OK, can we wake up early tomorrow and do some Algebra?"
"Of course!"
**MORNING**
"I'm gonna shower, you make the coffee, I bring the math."
