[20 minutes past on the dinner table.]
Alix: How long do you think we can continue like this?
Alex: Like what?
Alix: This! The silence! All your gloom and anger I can take, but what am I to make of your silence? Hatred, ignorance or guilt?
Alex: I don’t care. Perhaps it doesn’t mean anything.
Alix: Ignorance, it is then.
Alex: Don’t you get it? You said that what we have is possibly the best anybody can have. Now, we built this, our love. And if anything should ever go wrong, when we have a disagreement, we have to move down to the next best thing.
Alix: And you figured silence is the next best thing?
Alex: Why not? Do you wish to argue instead?
Alix: Perhaps it is. But you know what’s not so good about these next best things? We’re always gonna know that we’ve made a compromise. Everything that we’ve built will only be corrupted, tainted by this idea. It’s a slippery slope, the next best thing. It only ever gets worse.
Alex: Do you ever wish that we could go back, back to when we hadn’t lost anything?
Alix: No, my dear, not ever. What good would that do me, watching myself lose everything all over again, watching us ripped to shreds all over again?
Alex: No. you’re mixing it up. I’m saying when we had lost nothing…
Alix: Yeah, and I’m saying when we had everything to lose. What’s the difference?
Alex: I don’t care what the difference is. Would you even listen to yourself? You don’t want the next best thing. God! You don’t even want the best thing. I’m having a hard time trying to figure out what do you really want.
Alix: Don’t you ever wish to go back to the beginning when we had nothing? Do you remember the day when Rhea said to us that we must have a lot in common?
Alex: Yes, and you said that we don’t, and that we’re just two different people who understand that it’s okay to be different.
Alix: Well, I don’t think we do anymore.
Alex: And..?
Alix: And I think, we have known that for a long time. We shouldn’t have been lying to ourselves all along.
Alex: Let’s say we could start again, try and have a different future. Wouldn’t everything we say or do be measured, calculated. Wouldn’t we be trying to escape one lie only to live another?
Alix: That is certainly not the point of it all. What I want to know is do you still see us having a similar conversation on a similar day, on a similar place? Do you still picture me saying once again that what we have is possibly the best anyone could ever have?
Alex: I definitely do.
Alix: But you silence says otherwise, like there will come a day you will give up on me. You don’t know how much it scares me that someday I’ll be the only one believing in us.
Alex: Not in this life, no. What we have is the best anyone… damn it! We have the best. And I’ll always believe in that, no matter what.
Alix: I’m glad to hear that, to know that what is sort of… all we have, is the best.
Alex: Yeah, sort of all we have… and we do believe in that.
Alix: How long do you think we can continue like this?
Alex: Like what?
Alix: This! The silence! All your gloom and anger I can take, but what am I to make of your silence? Hatred, ignorance or guilt?
Alex: I don’t care. Perhaps it doesn’t mean anything.
Alix: Ignorance, it is then.
Alex: Don’t you get it? You said that what we have is possibly the best anybody can have. Now, we built this, our love. And if anything should ever go wrong, when we have a disagreement, we have to move down to the next best thing.
Alix: And you figured silence is the next best thing?
Alex: Why not? Do you wish to argue instead?
Alix: Perhaps it is. But you know what’s not so good about these next best things? We’re always gonna know that we’ve made a compromise. Everything that we’ve built will only be corrupted, tainted by this idea. It’s a slippery slope, the next best thing. It only ever gets worse.
Alex: Do you ever wish that we could go back, back to when we hadn’t lost anything?
Alix: No, my dear, not ever. What good would that do me, watching myself lose everything all over again, watching us ripped to shreds all over again?
Alex: No. you’re mixing it up. I’m saying when we had lost nothing…
Alix: Yeah, and I’m saying when we had everything to lose. What’s the difference?
Alex: I don’t care what the difference is. Would you even listen to yourself? You don’t want the next best thing. God! You don’t even want the best thing. I’m having a hard time trying to figure out what do you really want.
Alix: Don’t you ever wish to go back to the beginning when we had nothing? Do you remember the day when Rhea said to us that we must have a lot in common?
Alex: Yes, and you said that we don’t, and that we’re just two different people who understand that it’s okay to be different.
Alix: Well, I don’t think we do anymore.
Alex: And..?
Alix: And I think, we have known that for a long time. We shouldn’t have been lying to ourselves all along.
Alex: Let’s say we could start again, try and have a different future. Wouldn’t everything we say or do be measured, calculated. Wouldn’t we be trying to escape one lie only to live another?
Alix: That is certainly not the point of it all. What I want to know is do you still see us having a similar conversation on a similar day, on a similar place? Do you still picture me saying once again that what we have is possibly the best anyone could ever have?
Alex: I definitely do.
Alix: But you silence says otherwise, like there will come a day you will give up on me. You don’t know how much it scares me that someday I’ll be the only one believing in us.
Alex: Not in this life, no. What we have is the best anyone… damn it! We have the best. And I’ll always believe in that, no matter what.
Alix: I’m glad to hear that, to know that what is sort of… all we have, is the best.
Alex: Yeah, sort of all we have… and we do believe in that.
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