...the problem of other minds

we're both at work on the phone, talking low, when she asks, 'how do other people's minds operate?'

'i don't know,' i say. 'you should ask the Philosopher that question.'

'i mean, how many containers of thought can your mind hold? at the same time? do you ever think about that?'

The Meridian's display says we're going on 53 minutes. I want to say, of course i think about that. I think about shit like that all the time and it's totally driving me crazy. i want to say how sometimes i almost know everything. but i know she'd recognize it as hollingshead, who said it better than i ever will. i honestly think i'm going insane these days.

i say, 'i think i'm going insane.'

'you know what our problem is?' she tells me, 'it's that we consistently confuse our gifts for limits.'

'isn't that just another way of saying we want what we don't have?'

'i'm making us an appointment with the astrologist, okay?'

'what about the tenth planet? have they incorporated that yet? am i still a pisces? what good can come from astrology anyways?' i sound more desperate than i thought i was.

'oh shit,' she says. 'i got another call. call you later.'