Pastey Soled Lola (three)

The grey snow buzzed in the background into the early morning. Lola had fallen asleep watching her video's on dimensions again. Unlike Sam, Lola wasn't as quick to jump to conclusions on the existence or non-existence of unnecessary layers of life. Some of this had to do with her analytic ways, but most of it had to do with her never seeing her father again after he decided to jump in headfirst and paddle away into obscurity. Lola needed more, she needed confirmation. "Is a dimension time, is it space, is it billions of little particles that make up a layer or is it simple one large mass? Is it deep, is it shallow, does it smell when you scratch it? Do dimensions exist independently, or is a dimension only so if complimented by another?" These are the questions that consumed Lola. At home, in her small apartment, Lola was able to follow through with her research, but while at work, she had to contain the curiosity within. As all thinkers tend to get lost, Lola would often times stare blankly at her computer screen, completely oblivious to what was happening around her, and when awaken by the phone, she'd forget how to answer, how to get back to work. For her, the work day was more so about outlining her project for the night, rather than doing what she was hired to do. The job was very easy for Lola and because of this, she stuck around longer then intended. She was able to think for 3 weeks undisturbed and get by simply reshuffling her inbox. Eventually she'd have to file and organize, because she could sense the documents would be needed, but even then it'd only take her one day to catch up and by 4:15 she was ready to sit back, think about her dimensional exploration for the night and collage.  While most people studied dimension theory in preparation for time travel, or to seek alternate universes, or possibly galaxies far beyond the view of a telescope, Lola's aspirations were much simpler. For her, each dimension held a set of feelings inside of it. One dimension held emotions. Sadness, happiness, love, hate, emotions we all feel, were kept here. The other dimension was filled with instinctual feelings; hunger, the need for sleep, our "fight or flight" responses and so on. The third dimension, the one her father decided to float away from, was filled with people's reactions to the first two dimensions. Lola coined this the reactionary dimension. The reactionary dimension was filled not only with its own set of feelings, but the vessels in which these feelings were carried out. The vessels, Lola theorized, were the bloatedness her father referred to in his last words. Our mouth is the vessel to our words, our hand is a vessel to our reach, but our reach was first enticed by a feeling of need from our second dimension. Lola wanted to find a way, to prove her fathers theory right, that we need to do away with the third dimension, and simply become inline with the first and second dimensions. Sam saw our bodies as useless; he saw what they were made up of as the real gold of life. He wanted to deflate the third dimension, he wanted us to be flat and spread out, with no air bubbles underneath, he wanted us to be close enough to overlap. Sam wanted us to be pasted together according to our dimensional ways of feeling. In Sam's point of view, to be pasted together, to be forced into being with one another, would in itself, create an alternate dimension, a hybrid of the first and second, not to be called a third, but to be called humanity.

So each night Lola sat, watching skinny men with chalky fingers in lab coats explain the dynamics of string theory, while she cut and pasted the inherently dimensionless together as a way to study the layers. Amidst the hundreds of thousands of magazines that insulated Lola's living space, was a large painting of Albert Einstein. She had purchased it form a garage sale three years ago. She carried it two blocks home and up a flight of stairs and hung it over a smoke detector because she didn't have any nails. Three years later it still hangs there, and it is the item, besides the magazines, that Lola treasures the most. While Lola is well versed in the dimensional theories of Einstein, she knew there was more than meets the eye, she knew Einstein went deeper than acknowledged by the general public and even the scientific community. She felt his theories were too acceptable, not provocative enough, but looking into Einstein’s eyes, she could see the sparkle of provocation. Lola would cut and paste and stare at Albert, smiling, knowing that they shared a secret. Lola had convinced herself that somewhere between relativistic cosmology and the quantum theory of atomic motion in solids, sat another theory based solely on the relativity of emotion within the universe. Lola saw it as such: Einstein had to be inspired, he had to feel the need to prove the things he did, these feelings had to be relative to the discoveries possibly even the singular cause of them. Einstein was far too smart a man to take for granted the inner workings of his own being, she thought, he has to have a theory on how his feelings can be broken down into dimensions which are necessary to the soundness of his entire body of work. So after a long day of work, Lola would come home, change, but forget to eat, and begin her studies.