The Mathematics of Love
0+1, 1+1, 1+2, ad infinitum. 5 is where my understanding fades. Ah, Fibonacci, I wear sequins when I try to make sense of your sequences; nautilus shells and horny rabbits. Mona Lisa and the recipe for Mr. Coffee— 1-2 tablespoons of Bustelo for every 6 ounces of water are based on your formulae. When I eat spanakopita at the Nautilus Diner, I devour your golden triangle. You would think my favorite number would be 55, but it is 69, the number my sister and I shouted at the dinner table even before we knew what it meant. I don’t think our parents ever got it or did it, I never did it,...
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