Thursday, October 09, 2008

Him.

Me: Nothing? You love nothing?

Him: No. I love no-one, and no thing.

Me: How is that possible?

Him: I don't know. It just is.

Me: I don't understand. How can you not love?

Him: How can you love?

Me: I don't know. I just do.

Him: Well, I just don't.

Me: Do you not find that sad?

Him: I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything.

Me: That is sad.

Him: I'll take your word for it.

Me: Hang on, though. If you know you're not sad, you must know what sadness is.

Him: I used to know.

Me: And if you don't feel love, you must know what love is.

Him: I used to know.

Me: What happened? What do you feel now?

Him: I don't feel anything. Everything happened. You're not being specific.

Me: I have nothing to go on.

Him: I have nothing to say.

Me: How are you here?

Him: I'm here by accident.

13 comments:

Susan said...

He's not Mr. Death, is he?

Susan said...

'cause if he is you should run.

Now.

Radge said...

Never caught his name, unfortunately.

Gypseysdog said...

Leave him alone I say!

Radge said...

No I'll have to delve deeper. He interested me.

Susan said...

Good heavens, such word choices...

Delve.
DEEPER. (!)
Interested.

This is quickly becoming a genre I didn't expect.

You delve. I'LL run.

hope said...

I'm curious. Keep talking. :)

Radge said...

He'll likely come back to me some time, hope. One never knows when (he added mysteriously)...

Susan said...

It IS like a puzzle. I like it.

Despair, faith, reason, crystal meth, God, some mad wanker at the bus stop messing with you 'cause you're cute...

More lines, please.

Anonymous said...

Tease.

Radge said...

There's a delicious irony in being labelled a tease by someone anonymous. Identify yourself and you'll get more, deal?

Anonymous said...

But isn't the whole point of being anonymous that one don't identify oneself?

Radge said...

Your point is taken. Still, I was hoping you were 'her'.