Oil immersion lense

Today I was staring at a poster with an elephant and an Arabian, and wondering what exactly it had to do with math, when some old memory jumped upon me.
Once my sister told me that every time you talked your words left tiny indents invisible to the naked eye imprinted on the walls. It never really hit me that it was just the walls, I never questioned why exactly these indents didnt somehow make their way onto the roof or the rugs.  Now the police, if they so chose to, could go into houses and study these various dents and after hours and hours of careful dent-checking they could recite your conversation. In my mind I’d elaborated on this filling in the blanks she’d left. I concluded that the police would be running from one side of the room to the other catching the different words and putting them in order. Now how was this possible? I decided that the more recently spoken words would be less worn, more rugged feeling/looking. Maybe every word had its own unique dent and whenever uttered would carefully float into its appointed hole making it more and more pronounced. That was how I used to think houses eventually ate away and disappeared. I’ll bet she got it from some movie where police in some run-down town acted as crime scene investigators and whatever else.

~ by craspoissusurrant on April 21, 2007.