Conditional Reality

Dandelion Streetscape signed her checks with an indecipherable scrawl. People often asked her if she was a doctor. No, Dandelion told them, I’ve just always had terrible handwriting. With such a signature, they said, you could give medical advice and people would listen to you. Oh no, said Dandelion, I would never do anything like that. But she thought about it often. Sometimes, when she put her hands on people, she imagined she really was a healer and sometimes the people would get better. Dandelion practiced signing her name over and over, making sure it was as illegible as possible.

Labels: Metaphysics