A Hypercube and a Klein Bottle

A hypercube and a Klein bottle met at a bar called Minkowski’s. The hypercube drank gin and tapped her corners on the bar when she laughed. The Klein bottle was all curves – he drank whisky straight up but had nowhere to store it. The hypercube became aroused by the puddle that formed. When night fell, light from the street flooded in and cast a shadow of them behind the bar. In two dimensions they looked as if they were holding hands. The hypercube wept and admitted she was a tesseract. The Klein bottle turned away – he knew he could never satisfy all her dimensions.

-Benjamin F Jones

About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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3 Responses to A Hypercube and a Klein Bottle

  1. I loved the words of this piece, although some of the subtler dimensions of it were probably lost on me, as I would like to love mathematics but mathematics have (has?) never loved me.

  2. Keith Parker says:

    Very creative. I love mathematics, so I was particularly amused and impressed by this one. Well done!

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