II.2

in boredom, one imagines a conversation. spliced, deconstructed, and stretched - it is thematically vague, for several reasons. in this piece, one is trying to explore the mood of conflict. perhaps one can produce a short film out of this. it might be called 'tension aku :the diaries of an annoyed slut'. scenario one goes as follows.


what the fuck. where on earth did you hear all these things?

from gus. and bee.

gus is his best friend. of all people, he should know the truth.but bee, whatthefuck, beedoesn'tevenknowmei'venevermetthebitchbefore!

gus told me it's true.

so there you go. right from the horses mouth.
[sensing desperation in lea's tone, and the persistence of which knows no bounds of privacy, i slowly begin to pick up the pieces... ]
wait.have i met you before?

yeah. that night. you were with him.
i came down to see him.
you were there.

ahh ... ok. that explains it.
[ah yes, we met. i certainly left a bad impression on you, based on your look. and proof is in the text]

that explains what? what did he say?

[annoyed. could you do anything else besides asking questions?]
he didn't say anything .... uhm.

[ and ... i smiled. hehe. you are but a child]

so he did say something. right? who was he waiting for? what did he ...

[interrupts]
he was waiting for you.
said you wanted to give him something.
i don't know.
it's not my business.

monologue:

i don't usually lie. don't like it, and am bad at lying.
and most of the time, i don't lie.
but i am slowly harnessing this ... i wouldn't call it an ability but ..

to tell a lie with the truth.
and then you would believe the lie.
naturally.