Boy Meets Girl

Boy Meets Girl 1

The meeting of two personalities

is like the contact of two chemical substances:

if there is any reaction,

both are transformed.

― Carl Jung

Boy Meets GirlTwo different crops of the same image. I find the first more interesting, the second more intimate, but maybe a shade … clichéd? What do you think?

Still Waters

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Jeremy yawned. Camping was bad enough; if only his Dad didn’t insist on having these pointless conversations. Did he exist? Well, obviously! Yes, like a drop of water joins the sea, he would die one day – who wanted to be old, anyway? But unlike a drop of water, he would enjoy life along the way.

Could he prove he existed? Sometimes Dad was like little Louey, really! Told the knight couldn’t move in a straight line, Louey had gone berserk: Prove it! he had shouted. Those are the rules, dummy. You don’t prove them, they’re just there. If you don’t like them, don’t play chess.

Family was really the limit. After lunch he’d find a way to slope off.

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T. Mastgrave’s philosophical story challenge: Can you be sure you exist?