The world that absorbed much of his consciousness was far beyond her and always had been. A world and a language that meant nothing to her whatsoever. Muons, neutrinos, quantum fields, Hilbert spaces, the elusive quark with its fingerprint on near everything. Incomprehensible as a convoluted forest delineating a reality she never chose to visit. Yet when it came to the world of the everyday, the language of weather and gossip, of politics and literature, music and art and morality, the language of friends and lovers, they always spoke the same. Appeared in Analog