What are we doing here?
I don't know...sitting?
Yes, yes, I know, don't be a smartass. But this, you, me, this bench, that tree. Does any of it mean anything?
Of course it does.
What, then?
It is all simply the unique pattern, or lack of pattern, rather, spewed out by the inexplicable mysteries of our world.
That sounds insignificant to me.
It is. Most definitely.
Then why should we live if nothing matters?
We shouldn't.
Well that's easy for you to say. You don't live.
Oh but I do. I live with you.
You are me.
Yes.
Why should I even converse with you? It won't make a difference even if I figure it out. If anything it'll prove I am wasting my time.
Or, it could allow you to have fun.
Is there fun?
If you allow there to be.
How?!
Make fun.
You are impossible.
And you are insane.
Only because this world has condemned me to it. I can't figure out whether I should give up on everything or pursue what I want and only what I want.
I am here to help you with that problem.
No. You are the problem.
Yes.
hahahahahahaha
ReplyDeleteI like it. The stream-of-conscious with two speakers makes it very cool. I am seeing both two people talking and a person talking top themselves.
It's good every time I read it. I like the concept that you put out that each "speaker" denies the other's viability. We question who is real. Once again, good work.
ReplyDeleteThis was fun.
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