A Conversation V.
A Conversation V.
ROTW: And so we meet once again, after an absence of eleven months. Hell, that’s a long time. In your absence, however, the world has left you behind…or caught up with you. Do you own a black berry? Or happen to know what the latest version of messenger is? Or that the maverick you used to idolise has a bit more reason to celebrate Father’s Day now that he has procreated? Then again, have thoughts of marriage crept up from behind and overpowered you? Have the noble notions of making economic contributions to the society empowered you to strife for loftier aspirations apart from those silly ideas you harbour about being a poet?
Boy: Hey, I’m not here to answer your questions. You expect me to know the answers but more often than not, I’m none the wiser.
ROTW: So finally you concede defeat…I’m glad you realised that you’ll probably never have the answers, find the truth or stop the questions coming from me. What took you so long? If you bow down to me now, there’s still time to…
Boy: Fuck you! I’ve never claimed to have the answers. I’ve never believed that the truth would grow out right before my nose like a moustache. But I’ve never for one moment stopped thinking about both the answers and the truth. Except your questions so happen to be inconsequential. Look, the only berry I think of is a cherry, and how to pop it. Not that devilish gadget borne out from her overtly fertile Mother---Technology. Next time we meet, she’d have probably churned out something that lets us stay on the moon. Come on…who cares?
ROTW: Oh yes you care! Or why would you be so uptight? But now that you’ve mentioned it, living on the moon sounds like the solution for overpopulation. And if we could develop the land there to ease our current supply constrains, it’ll cool the property speculation here without having to worry about dealing with the piping hot demand by means of abolishing deferred payments or increasing taxes from property gains. Yeah…why didn’t I think of it? We could build our schools, hospitals, and secondary institutions up on the moon. Imagine going to school by rocket. How cool is that! And then we could…
Boy: Wait. I’m not about to discuss the property market here or on the moon with you. I’ve had enough questions about macroeconomic policies and figures from my recent interviews. Which reminds me, I’ve got one coming up real soon (yes, an interview, not a question about policies) and I’ll rather go prepare for it than banter with you.
ROTW: You just don’t seem to get it…you can never escape from me.
(Laughter, fade out…)
ROTW: And so we meet once again, after an absence of eleven months. Hell, that’s a long time. In your absence, however, the world has left you behind…or caught up with you. Do you own a black berry? Or happen to know what the latest version of messenger is? Or that the maverick you used to idolise has a bit more reason to celebrate Father’s Day now that he has procreated? Then again, have thoughts of marriage crept up from behind and overpowered you? Have the noble notions of making economic contributions to the society empowered you to strife for loftier aspirations apart from those silly ideas you harbour about being a poet?
Boy: Hey, I’m not here to answer your questions. You expect me to know the answers but more often than not, I’m none the wiser.
ROTW: So finally you concede defeat…I’m glad you realised that you’ll probably never have the answers, find the truth or stop the questions coming from me. What took you so long? If you bow down to me now, there’s still time to…
Boy: Fuck you! I’ve never claimed to have the answers. I’ve never believed that the truth would grow out right before my nose like a moustache. But I’ve never for one moment stopped thinking about both the answers and the truth. Except your questions so happen to be inconsequential. Look, the only berry I think of is a cherry, and how to pop it. Not that devilish gadget borne out from her overtly fertile Mother---Technology. Next time we meet, she’d have probably churned out something that lets us stay on the moon. Come on…who cares?
ROTW: Oh yes you care! Or why would you be so uptight? But now that you’ve mentioned it, living on the moon sounds like the solution for overpopulation. And if we could develop the land there to ease our current supply constrains, it’ll cool the property speculation here without having to worry about dealing with the piping hot demand by means of abolishing deferred payments or increasing taxes from property gains. Yeah…why didn’t I think of it? We could build our schools, hospitals, and secondary institutions up on the moon. Imagine going to school by rocket. How cool is that! And then we could…
Boy: Wait. I’m not about to discuss the property market here or on the moon with you. I’ve had enough questions about macroeconomic policies and figures from my recent interviews. Which reminds me, I’ve got one coming up real soon (yes, an interview, not a question about policies) and I’ll rather go prepare for it than banter with you.
ROTW: You just don’t seem to get it…you can never escape from me.
(Laughter, fade out…)
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