“But we heard two different things…our own projections”-
“Your mumbo-jumbo psychobabble pseudo-intellectual crap again? Didn’t you get burned by that before? Fool and his folly! What else is there?”
“Stop it! I can’t take your sarcasm.”
“Sorry… What do you want to do now?”
“Look at the wall, watch it peel. Here!”
“What is it?”
“I just finished it.”
“Don’t.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“It’s always”-
“Different! It’s different now…”
“Why do you give so much importance to Hillary and Obama? They’re not the instigator nor progenitors of the crime. They’re faceless puppets in the river of sorrow that’s the fate of humanity, a struggle for substance in a mystery called life. They’re nothing!”
“Precisely my dear!”
“You still haven’t answered.”
“…I’m watching the paint peel…and reveal the substance beyond the veil, sick of the façade, sick of it… Behind the smiles and polished rhetoric, behind the lunacy pervading every nuanced violence…behind every failed enterprise is the simple truth…the silent cry, the untold scream – can’t you hear it?”
“I can… Let me see it. The Road?”
“Can I read you a passage?”
“I’d love you to.”
“But…bear in mind that your so-called faceless puppets bathe in the blood of untold children, counter the flow of life, arrest futures unmet, and bode unimaginable spiritual bankruptcy in each act.”
“No, I won’t bear that in mind. I will call it what it is: murder of the unborn – but we digress, read.”
“Digression is not transgression nor naked aggression, the euphemism of eugenics dubbed a ‘woman’s choice’!”
“Will you read the passage already?”
“Yeah. It brought me to my knees, but I have no needs, only seeds for you to heed. So spread my humble deed through enchanted Midas’ reed”-
“Read!”
“Cute!”
‘He knew only that the child was his warrant. He said: If he’s not the word of God God never spoke.’ – passage from The Road by Cormac McCarthy
