He
rather liked
the notion
of a superior
order of
mathematical
clergy, but his
Welsh wife
thought the
The Glass Bead Game
a load of pretentious
old twaddle, Nobel
Prize or no
Nobel Prize.
___
It’s too early
to give you
red roses on
Valentine’s Day,
although I’ve
dreamt you
know what I’m
about already
courting you,
but soon I’ll be
giving you
flowers randomly
and routinely
like I used to.
Words by David Faber
Photo by Roman Kraft on Unsplash
Tulpa Magazine 