But of course it isn’t like that anymore and hasn’t been for some time now.
china against china over the banana album full stop and there is a scene change within the scene
(She thinks Lou has an attractive voice and Nico has an ugly voice. She skips the Nico songs by stretching her arm out behind her over the back of the sofa and feeling around for the buttons with the little triangles on them.)
I have always wanted to go.
Always?
Since I can remember.
How long is that?
Long. I have memories from fifteen years ago.
Really?
You should be less incredulous.
It’s a long time.
I mean in general.
Beige curtains and tall windows but what do these details really matter. Is there such as thing as God? The sun is in her eyes and she squints. I offer to swap and make a tennis joke which she doesn’t understand but it’s okay because what does it matter.
You can waste a lot of time going to unimportant places. I really only think there are four or five truly important places.
Oh. Yeah? Where?
London.
Of course.
Rome.
Yes.
Crete. New York. Iran, perhaps.
Criteria?
Not really, no.
Two glasses of water and a shopping bag in the corner. Things, things. I’m getting really anxious imagining proofreading Infinite Jest. The kind of inappropriate thought I have on dates.
There are too many places. It stresses me out.
Yes.
The good thing about global warming is there will only be a couple of places left.
People used to leave their homes only to go on pilgrimages.
After the apocalypse they will go on pilgrimages to the spared places.
No, they won’t.
Why not?
Because they’ll all be dead.
Skip. Skip.