From his point of view
So how long does it take?
Before I see it!
It’s not like that, it’s not just a matter of time.
Then what is it? What does it take?
It just… happens. You just have to be open to it; you just have to wait.
I thought you said it wasn’t about time.
Oh, shut up.
Oh, for fuck’s sake, it’s not a TV show.
You need to look. I mean, really, look. You stare, and eventually, you see the spaces in between, like cracks in the pavement.
I’m not good at describing this; they aren’t cracks, that’s a bad metaphor, it’s not like they are weaknesses or anything. They are just… gaps - little gaps where the life gets in.
People walk all over pavement.
I already said it was a bad metaphor.
So, what do you see in these gaps?
As I said… life. Life isn’t in the doing, it’s in the in-betweens, it’s the incidentals.
Ever notice how many stories start on the way to something?
I’ll take your word for it.
You don’t know it?
Don’t need to, everyone tells the same stories.
I guess so
I still don’t see it.
Maybe you never will.
Maybe you just see what you want to see.
Maybe you just ignore what’s right in front of you.
I see everything. Every second glance, and every pitying smile. Each and every one makes me laugh - just a little.
Yeah, just a little, because I know. They don’t know I know, but I know.
I know they don’t see it either. They’re all too busy to see it.
But you see everything.
Damn right, but then, I’ve nothing better to do,.
Ha, at odds with yours maybe
Well, that makes two of us.
Not all roses then?
Nah, everything is fine. I think I just want drama.
There’s plenty of it here.
But only if I can see it.
Ha, indeed. I think our time is up anyway.
I guess I’ll just have to bring a bigger one next time.
Careful, that’s my grave you’re digging.