Jane opens the drawer, Jane closes the drawer. Jane opens the drawer, Jane closes the drawer. JANE OPENS THE DRAWER, JANE CLOSES THE DRAWER. … … … … Six times this way, six times the other way. Routine No.1: Done. Jane walks to the window, opening, closing. … … … … Six times this way, six times the other way. Routine No.2: Done. Followed by routines No.3, No.4, No.5 and No.6. Six times this way, six times the other way. Steps forwards, steps backwards until routine No.1 begins – agains.
Nathaniel and David. Sitting in their chairs, looking out of the window, into the grey distance. They could be grandfather and grandson, couldn’t they? Sitting in a boat, fishing like they did when David was still a small kid wearing old-fashioned glasses. Or sitting on a couch, looking at a Playboy-magazine, comparing female bodies from the 1940s to the 21st Century. Or just sitting there, in silence, smoking, drinking. Or … But they don’t. They never will. They just can’t turn back to normal life – or any form of life the world outside would consider as normal. Not after what happened to them overseas.
Sunny. A teenage girl, a smile full of sunshine, dancing to a silent symphony of golden melodies. Then, the music stops. And Sunny turns into her own composer. By turning words like TIGER SEX POLICEMEN MOTHERFUCKER FRIDGE MODEL PLANT TELEVISION S+M into new meanings, onto her own stage.
Steve, Steve, Steve. Reapeating what you say, what you do, never leaving your path of life, never exploring his own path of life. What went wrong, what went wrong with us?
At parties, when people ask me what I do for a living – I lied to them in the past, I fucking lied, being not more of any shit like they because they turn blind to people not fitting into their categories – but now I say the truth, that everyday, I’ve the chance to see how a little universe grows more beautiful, with uncredible unique persons – so strong, so powerful, because they do what they do.