sjsprWriting

He (straw-of-wheat/cotton-haired boy) is 1. The man is 2.

1. I remember a camera shutter went off, and then I felt, I don’t know.

2. How did you feel?

1. It’s just, I can’t quite explain it.

2. What do you mean? It’s a feeling.

1. I know, I know.

2. So you do know?

1. No. Just, okay. I’ll tell you. I spend time, a lot of my time, if not all of my time, just thinking. I- I wonder about anything. About everything.

His gaze had become negatively infinite.

1. I wonder what would it would feel like to fall in love. To actually fall in love.

He looked down to his hands and squeezed them a little. His straw-of-wheat-hair parted his vision like palm trees under a night sky.

1. Sometimes I wonder if I already am.

2. I see. Anything more?

His eyes began to tense. His body twitches felt like lukewarm, lethargic avalanches crumbling over his skin.

1. I contemplate if there really is someone above us- watching, listening. I wonder if he’s ever even looked my way.

2. What makes you think he hasn’t?

The man’s repugnance buffeted in bursts of succession outside of his kindling visage.

1. You sound like you may know something that I don’t. What?

2. It appears that you think you know a lot.

1. I believe so. I spend a lot of my time up here.

He was tapping the top of his head, his eyes never breaking contact with those of the man.

2. And, by sure virtue, you do, indeed, know of some things others may deem unfathomable. But no matter how much you may know, you will always know less than me.

1. Are you so sure?

2. Yes, I am. And for nothing but your own personal benefit, I’ll say that you know exactly one less than everything.

1. One less than everything?

2. Yes. If that makes you feel any better.

The obsidian walls tortuously dragging behind the man had suddenly became the intrinsic interest. He could no longer listen. His body had become entirely unearthed, eroding into slippery pools of palms, his straw-of-wheat hair simmering into tufts of neglected cotton.

1. And what is it that I don’t know?

The man’s eyes sailed over the rivers of pure necessity pouring amidst the lapses of the cotton haired boy’s semblance .

2. What is it that you are thinking now?

1. Just- what. What am I doing here?

2. I suppose you’re ready, now, to know everything.

1. I- yes. I suppose.

2. Good. Then let us begin with the camera shutter.

1. No.

2. No?

1. We’ll start with something else.

2. What do you have in mind?

1. Well, to the man who knows everything, I want to have everything in mind.

2. Then, it seems you shall.