Two monoideal lovers (unrequited): the scientific, the artistic, reduced to their simple reciprocal form. Neither openly alludes to their idea for fear of not hearing that triliteral end-all-doubt word. Neither openly alludes to their idea for fear of hearing that triliteral end-all doubt word. Not to mention the biliteral word is worse, so nobody wants to hear that. Two temperaments: the scientific, the artistic, each believing themselves unable to arrest involuntary attention, unable to interest, unable to convince. They have both decided of the infinite possibilities available to them, their choice is to wait. Wait it out. A Mexican standoff. Can I say that? A scientific artistic Mexicanistic standoff. Yeah I said it. They stand close. They can see the whites of their eyes. One of them whistles (to appear casual). This casual appearance dismays the other one who also appears casual which dismays the first one. The scientific makes the first move plenty, but this time the potentiality of not hearing that triliteral end-all-doubt word would mean, let’s just say: it’s not nothing. A move falls beyond the scientific’s courage. The artistic has a different reason for holding back. Something about being noble. Who the hell knows. What are the scientific’s thoughts about the artistic’s thoughts about the scientific and about the artistic’s thoughts about the scientific’s thoughts about the artistic? The scientific thinks that the artistic thinks that the scientific loves whereas the artistic knows that the scientific knows that the artistic knows that the scientific does not love.