sjsprWriting

“How does it feel?”

“I’m not entirely sure.”

“You must be sure of something.”

“I really don’t know.”

“Hm.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s just that I would like to know.”

“You’d like to know what?”

“How it feels to exist.”

“That’s profound.”

“Profound, maybe. A difficult question to answer, not very.”

“I don’t quite know what to say.”

“I see.”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you so dismissive?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“‘Yeah.’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Noncommittal mumbling.’”

“Oh, that.”

“Yes, that.”

“I suppose it’s just easier.”

“What’s easier?”

“What you’ve been bothering me about this whole time. Existence.”

“Really!?”

“No.”

“I- okay.”

“Yep.”

“I think I’ll leave.”

“Why?”

“Because this conversation is going absolutely nowhere.”

“Just like existence.”

“Really!?”

“No.”

“I’ll be heading off now.”

“It’s cool.”

“What’s cool?”

“The grass.”

“The grass?”

“Yes, it feels cool on my back.”

“Is that good?”

“I can’t speak for everyone, like I think you want me to. You want me to describe existence as if it’s easy to describe or as if it’s the same for everyone. I cannot, I’m sorry. But what I can tell you is that the grass is cool on my back.”

“And that pertains to existence, how?”

“Well, it’s happening right now.”

“Right now?”

“Yes. And that’s how we live.”

“Right now.”

“Exactly.”