First and last words of “Our Tragic Universe” by Scarlett Thomas: “I one” Eh, kinda typical and ordinary, if I can even say that, but at the same time it fits well. For a book about a metafictional storyless story and a quantum physics to narrative theory scope, “I one” recalls the significance of the narrator — it was first person after all — and drives home the individuality out of the foggy sea of everything. Then again, it would be appropriate and respectful to the book to remind ourselves that I’m only extrapolating metaphor out of the first and last words, often like pulling teeth. Does meaning exist or do we apply meaning to everything? By the way, I got my wisdom teeth (all four) taken out ten days ago, and I’m starting to feel normal again, without constant pain resonating from the newly formed craters in my mouth or the craziness Vicodin can give you.
