Written: January, 2020 (1)
Trigger warning: contains math!
The 1957 Chevy’s chrome-plated bumper reflects—light— off every other chrome-plated bumper and hood ornament: Dodge ram, Jaguar leaper, Chief Pontiac, Nash flying goddess naked lady: real-man froufrou. The 1957 Chevy’s chrome-plated bumper reflects—light particles— like interacting elements of an undiscovered Non-Abelian nonexistent monster sporadic finite simple group: math-guy abstract nonsense. (2) The 1957 Chevy’s chrome-plated bumper reflects—light— like mom’s 25th-anniversary silver, which—she—hated. It reminded her of humiliation at the Saint Raymond’s Cathedral ladies’ auxiliary coffee and tea, when she hosted, when all she could afford was a nice chrome pot. not—good—enough raised—plucked—eyebrows “Oh my dear” 1 inspired by the paintings of Cindy Fletcher-Holden 2 an actual term in actual math