Dichroic Orchid, Part 6 ~ Wednesday, July 16, 2025
δίχρως ὄρχις
A: Why do you feel the need to make amends?
B: I fear that I may never clear the cache.
A: Triggers profoundly sway our decisions.
B: I am accountable for my actions.
A: To face consequences for our choices...
B: Am I at fault if she took her own life?
A: ...is the root of karma and suffering.
B: But she chose to commit suicide, no?
A: The details are part of the narrative.
B: I knocked on her front door. Alive or dead.
A: Probably the latter. You were too late.
B: Schrödinger's Cat! A thought experiment.
A: Grief and guilt intertwine like DNA.
B: All my sorrow is bound in that moment.
A: The double helix of lost memories.
B: No one to share past experiences.
A: Inside jokes build a rapport with others.
B: Moments lost as time slips away and death...
A: Absence makes the heart grow fonder, how strange.
B: ...and death removes the opportunity...
A: Shyness blocks the path to proximity.
B: ...to make friends and have fun. Now what's the point.
A: People die randomly, sometimes by choice.
B: But why pain nearly thirty years later?
A: Neglect creates a blockage to deal with.
B: Can Ganesha remove this obstacle?
A: Despair churns an ocean of emotions.
B: Will this pit of pain ever go away?
A: A plumber must deal with the detritus.
B: Should I call Roto-Rooter? Will that help?
A: They may disembowel you. All pain will cease.
B: Plumber, a metaphysical conceit.
A: A trope amongst literary critics.
B: What is this cessation of suffering?
A: In mokṣa, people discover release.
B: She was so young when she died. So was I.
A: Were we all not once beautiful and young?
B: Mystical romanticism seems odd.
A: Yes, I may have a few triggers myself.
B: ...what art, / could twist the sinews of thy heart?
A: Tyger Tyger, burning bright, ... my favorite.
B: If I kill myself, that harm hurts others.
A: As despair cuts with a double-edged sword...
B: A tantō in hand during seppuku.
A: The Japanese have no guilt, only shame.
B: I believe in the forgiveness of sins...
A: ...the double-edged sword of irony cuts...
B: ...and the resurrection of the body...
A: ...satire and political awareness...
B: ...and the life of the world to come. Amen.
A:...to reflect on the mirror of sorrow.
B: Galerie des Glaces, château de Versailles
A: All is vanity, Ecclesiastes.
B: But how do I process death, professor?
A: Grief and sorrow are totally different.
B: But why feel this pain, thirty years later?
A: The sparrows in the bushes can explain.
B: What is that supposed to mean, professor?
A: They argue and complain. The final word.
B: [Silence]. [Thinking]. [Thinking no more]. [Silence].
B: I fear that I may never clear the cache.
A: Triggers profoundly sway our decisions.
B: I am accountable for my actions.
A: To face consequences for our choices...
B: Am I at fault if she took her own life?
A: ...is the root of karma and suffering.
B: But she chose to commit suicide, no?
A: The details are part of the narrative.
B: I knocked on her front door. Alive or dead.
A: Probably the latter. You were too late.
B: Schrödinger's Cat! A thought experiment.
A: Grief and guilt intertwine like DNA.
B: All my sorrow is bound in that moment.
A: The double helix of lost memories.
B: No one to share past experiences.
A: Inside jokes build a rapport with others.
B: Moments lost as time slips away and death...
A: Absence makes the heart grow fonder, how strange.
B: ...and death removes the opportunity...
A: Shyness blocks the path to proximity.
B: ...to make friends and have fun. Now what's the point.
A: People die randomly, sometimes by choice.
B: But why pain nearly thirty years later?
A: Neglect creates a blockage to deal with.
B: Can Ganesha remove this obstacle?
A: Despair churns an ocean of emotions.
B: Will this pit of pain ever go away?
A: A plumber must deal with the detritus.
B: Should I call Roto-Rooter? Will that help?
A: They may disembowel you. All pain will cease.
B: Plumber, a metaphysical conceit.
A: A trope amongst literary critics.
B: What is this cessation of suffering?
A: In mokṣa, people discover release.
B: She was so young when she died. So was I.
A: Were we all not once beautiful and young?
B: Mystical romanticism seems odd.
A: Yes, I may have a few triggers myself.
B: ...what art, / could twist the sinews of thy heart?
A: Tyger Tyger, burning bright, ... my favorite.
B: If I kill myself, that harm hurts others.
A: As despair cuts with a double-edged sword...
B: A tantō in hand during seppuku.
A: The Japanese have no guilt, only shame.
B: I believe in the forgiveness of sins...
A: ...the double-edged sword of irony cuts...
B: ...and the resurrection of the body...
A: ...satire and political awareness...
B: ...and the life of the world to come. Amen.
A:...to reflect on the mirror of sorrow.
B: Galerie des Glaces, château de Versailles
A: All is vanity, Ecclesiastes.
B: But how do I process death, professor?
A: Grief and sorrow are totally different.
B: But why feel this pain, thirty years later?
A: The sparrows in the bushes can explain.
B: What is that supposed to mean, professor?
A: They argue and complain. The final word.
B: [Silence]. [Thinking]. [Thinking no more]. [Silence].
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