Ugo and Brooks were on the 18, heading to Caffe Italia. Ugo said “I've never seen her,”
“Neither have I, Ugo,” Brooks replied.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. I've never seen her.”
“How do you know you've never seen her?”
“Because she's a figment of your imagination.”
“Yeah. But how do you know you've never seen her?”
“Have you ever seen a figment of my imagination?”
“No.”
“Has anyone ever seen a figment of anyone else's imagination?”
“No.”
Ugo and Brooks looked at each other for a moment. Ugo looked like he was thinking hard.
“Do you find it hard to believe still?” Brooks said.
“No, no, it makes perfect sense.”
...Half an hour later, sitting in the Cafe, Brooks raised the topic again.
“Hey Ugo,” he said, “Do you remember the conversation we had earlier?”
“No,” said Ugo.
“I find it interesting that you don't remember that conversation.”
“Uh-huh”
“Why do you think I find that interesting? Is it okay to keep talking about this?”
“Yeah. I want to talk about it. I want to bust open my little dream world. Although I don't really know how to bust it open.”
“Any ideas on how to do that?”
“Conversation. That seems to be the best way to bust it open. Now whether I have what it takes to do that I'm not so sure. But, if I force myself a little bit... yeah.”
“Okay, well I found it interesting that you had forgotten about our conversation on the bus. Here's what I think: it seemed like you understood how it would be impossible for me to see your obsession, right? Because you agreed that no one can see a figment of another person's imagination. But that realization doesn't really serve your obsession, so you forgot about it pretty quick. What do you think about that?”
“She's no longer my obsession. She's a real girl. Im not obsessed with her. A real girl that hangs out somewhere. Somewhere around me.”
“And you're not obsessed with her?”
“No.”
“That seems like a big step. That's new, I think.”
“Yeah.”
A few minutes passed. Brooks and Ugo sat in silence.
“Don't look over there!” Ugo said suddenly. Brooks eyes had been wandering around the room.
“I thought you weren't obsessed anymore”
“I'm not. Just don't look over there.”
“Do you think even though you said you're not obsessed anymore, your obsession might come back?”
“No," said Ugo, "She's no where.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. I've never seen her.”
“How do you know you've never seen her?”
“Because she's a figment of your imagination.”
“Yeah. But how do you know you've never seen her?”
“Have you ever seen a figment of my imagination?”
“No.”
“Has anyone ever seen a figment of anyone else's imagination?”
“No.”
Ugo and Brooks looked at each other for a moment. Ugo looked like he was thinking hard.
“Do you find it hard to believe still?” Brooks said.
“No, no, it makes perfect sense.”
...Half an hour later, sitting in the Cafe, Brooks raised the topic again.
“Hey Ugo,” he said, “Do you remember the conversation we had earlier?”
“No,” said Ugo.
“I find it interesting that you don't remember that conversation.”
“Uh-huh”
“Why do you think I find that interesting? Is it okay to keep talking about this?”
“Yeah. I want to talk about it. I want to bust open my little dream world. Although I don't really know how to bust it open.”
“Any ideas on how to do that?”
“Conversation. That seems to be the best way to bust it open. Now whether I have what it takes to do that I'm not so sure. But, if I force myself a little bit... yeah.”
“Okay, well I found it interesting that you had forgotten about our conversation on the bus. Here's what I think: it seemed like you understood how it would be impossible for me to see your obsession, right? Because you agreed that no one can see a figment of another person's imagination. But that realization doesn't really serve your obsession, so you forgot about it pretty quick. What do you think about that?”
“She's no longer my obsession. She's a real girl. Im not obsessed with her. A real girl that hangs out somewhere. Somewhere around me.”
“And you're not obsessed with her?”
“No.”
“That seems like a big step. That's new, I think.”
“Yeah.”
A few minutes passed. Brooks and Ugo sat in silence.
“Don't look over there!” Ugo said suddenly. Brooks eyes had been wandering around the room.
“I thought you weren't obsessed anymore”
“I'm not. Just don't look over there.”
“Do you think even though you said you're not obsessed anymore, your obsession might come back?”
“No," said Ugo, "She's no where.”
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