"With bacon, my brother liked the lean, and I liked the fat. With bread, he liked the crumb and I liked the crust. I liked cauliflower, he liked Coca-Cola; I liked green, he liked blue. I liked literature, he liked economics. I asked him about economics, when I realized it ran the world. He never asked me about literature. Though he did once ask about a Picasso painting, a still life of a skull with scallions—what was special about it? Having very little in common was our harmony. He was the skull, and I was the scallions? Maybe the other way around."

From Rivka Galchen's flash fiction, "Home Fries"