The Dance After work, I walked to Dofu Sushi and waited for Yuan. He never showed. He also forgot to tell me he invited Holly. Perplexed, she took a seat across from me.
The Dance

 After work, I walked to Dofu Sushi and waited for Yuan.  He never showed. He also forgot to tell me he invited Holly.  




Perplexed, she took a seat across from me. 

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chronosbandit A temporal fugitive…
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Meet Christopher Salvatore: A time traveling consciousness reliving the idealized days of his youth during the Eternal Fall of 1995. Saturday 9/23/1995. An unexpected lunch.

The Dance After work, I walked to Dofu Sushi and waited for Yuan. He never showed. He also forgot to tell me he invited Holly. Perplexed, she took a seat across from me.

We had never hung out alone. Was this too much like a date? Should I not be seen with a woman while my girlfriend was traveling? "Hi," I said, deciding I would not flee from this encounter. "Hi."

We didn't have much in common other than knowing Yuan. I was a white college kid with a mind full of code. She was an African American woman training her body to perform modern dance.

The conversation stumbled. "Yuan is so unreliable." Her eyes flickered. "Yes. It's a testament to how lovable he is that he has any friends at all." She laughed. Mocking Yuan carried us from edamame to agedashi tofu. Then silence.

"So..." she said, "Programming, huh?"

"So..." she said, "Programming, huh?" "Yes!"

"So..." she said, "Programming, huh?" "Yes!" "That doesn't add up."

"So..." she said, "Programming, huh?" "Yes!" "That doesn't add up." "No?"

"You seem like you want to change the world too much - to change everything. You're like this awesome philosopher activist in my eyes.

"You seem like you want to change the world too much - to change everything. You're like this awesome philosopher activist in my eyes. Why do you want to just type numbers into a computer?"

"Why do you dance?"

"Why do you dance?" "Dance is chasing something. It's elusive. You circle ever closer to it."

"Why do you dance?" "Dance is chasing something. It's elusive. You circle ever closer to it." "What is it you're chasing?"

"Why do you dance?" "Dance is chasing something. It's elusive. You circle ever closer to it." "What is it you're chasing?" "Grace," she said. "Purity of form."

"It's like that with programming too."

"It's like that with programming too." "Oh, really!" she seemed skeptical.

"It's like that with programming too." "Oh, really!" she seemed skeptical. "Yes."

"It's like that with programming too." "Oh, really!" she seemed skeptical. "Yes." "Grace is to be found in your soulless grey boxes?"

“Maybe grace happens whenever you do something you love.”

“Maybe grace happens whenever you do something you love.” “You love programming? Why?”

“Maybe grace happens whenever you do something you love.” “You love programming? Why?” “Because programming is also chasing something elusive.”

“Maybe grace happens whenever you do something you love.” “You love programming? Why?” “Because programming is also chasing something elusive.” “And what, pray tell, is that.”

“Maybe grace happens whenever you do something you love.” “You love programming? Why?” “Because programming is also chasing something elusive.” “And what, pray tell, is that.” “The soul.”

“You think machines have souls?”

“You think machines have souls?” “Not yet. But they will when I am done with them.”

“You think machines have souls?” “Not yet. But they will when I am done with them.” “You are a very strange person, Christopher. I’m glad to know you.”

Thanks for reading! The Eternal Fall of 1995 is a writing project dealing with acceptance, forgiveness, letting go, and the Self Restored.

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