desktop of the hesperus

a short story about the binary and the nuanced, digital anxiety, and unconditional love

My mother loves watching old movies because she desires more than anything for the world to return to a dichromatic past, to be reduced to binary bits once again, as she imagines it was when she was young, an unconfused dichotomy of good and evil, bare and fruitful, here and there. Things were fairer then, in her mind anyway, because subjectivity serves…