This will only last for a while – that’s what I tell myself. And then we won’t know each other.

Oh, don’t say that.

It will last for a while and burn itself out, and then you’ll forget me, and I’ll forget you.

 

We’ve made this place for ourselves. This pit …

 

Just the two of us. Negating the world together. Negating each other …

 

The middle class are shrinking. Everyone knows that. We’re an endangered species. We have to shore ourselves up.

 

You talk an awful lot about the hatred of the world. But I really feel it. I really hate it. This world. This fucking world. Full of people like me. Shameless, disgusting people …

 

We should have a child. You should give me one. Do you think you could? … You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like to be efficacious. You’d like to change things in the world … To make your mark. Purely negatively. Purely destructively.

 

I think we should commit a double suicide. That where the logic leads. I always wanted to die spectacularly. As a kind of fuck you to everyone. To show I was altogether deeper than they take you for. Or at least madder.

God, it’s all so … heterosexual.

Are we not allowed to be heterosexual now?