I beg your pardon?
Cold bones, look at it.
What?
The moon. It’s one of those nights.
One of what nights?
A night when you could die.
We can all die, at any time – what exactly
are you alluding to?
It’s freezing!
I don’t need you to tell me this.
It’s hot in Australia.
We’re not in Australia.
Someone is.
This conversation is ridiculous.
It’s always ridiculous, that’s why we do it
– it’s absurdist art.
It’s not art it’s just absurd, sunshine.
By the way – did you notice the picture of the
inside of H.Q?
I did – it looks nothing like the outside. (editorial note t)
That’s because we moved.
We did, no one told me.
You were asleep.
I’d better go out and have a look around.
Be careful – you’ll catch a death. The sky is open, crystal clear. Frost lays
heavy underfoot and overhead there’s a cold bones moon.
It’s almost full.
Tomorrow I believe – we have already received
the Full Moon Memo from the good folk at Full Moon Info inc. It included a nice
homely on the contrast in our lives between being overworked, overwhelmed and
over-indulging and on the other hand never having enough time, and under-achieving.
It will kill you.
Cold Bones.
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