1
-I try to make things nice.
-You can't.You just can't.
Alright? I'm sorry.Things aren't nice anymore.
2
-Does it ever go away?
-No.I don't think it does,not for me.It hasn't.
It has being going on for eleven years.
It changes though.
-How?
-I don't know... The weight of it,I guess.
At some point,it becomes bearable.
It turns into something that you can crawl out from under.
And..You can carry it around like a brick in your pocket.
And..you even forget it for a while.but then you reach in for whatever reason.
And..There it is.
Oh,right. That.
It could be awful.But not all the time.
It's kinda not that you like it exactly.but it's what you've got instead of your son.
So,you carry it around,and it doesn't go away,which is..
-Which is what?
-Fine,actually.
3
-Somewhere out there I'm making pancake?Or I'm in a water park?
-Yeah,sure,both.I think there are lots of possibilities.
There are tons of yous and tons of mes over around.
-That's just the sad version of us.and there are other versions.
I like that thought.It's nice.
Somewhere out there I'm having a good time.
HD
