I have always loved symmetry.
I organise myself around symmetry: two wives, double helpings of desert, even learning to be ambidextrous, hands and feet. I clean my teeth with both hands. (?) As a child I insisted on a centre parting and refused to sit in the back seat of a car which had a fixed armrest. I was never any good at hopping. I collect symmetrical buildings.
Now I’m grown up I sit on the fence and I dream (in stereo) of living in a house which is symmetrical on the outside but with a chaotically asymmetric interior so I can have the best of both worlds.
I have discovered there’s something unsettling about the rigidity of symmetry.
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