Walking and talking. Let’s never stop. I don’t want to stop. I want to live a whole life with you, tonight, walking and talking. Walking everywhere, and talking about everything.
Like in Lost in Translation. A special time. That we’re not supposed to have. In suspended time. The usual rules don’t apply. It’s a state of exception, philosopher.
Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else. Something intimate.
We’re allowed to do whatever we like, tonight. An exception has been made. We’re off piste. We’re not where we’re supposed to be, doing what we’re supposed to be. Do you feel free? I do.
Do you think it’d be possible to live a whole life like this? Just being like this? Talking and walking and talking?
We’ve walked and talked ourselves into eternity. Did you know that could happen? We walked and talked ourselves out of the regular universe. And I was very tired of the regular universe.
Have you escaped too, philosopher – or is it just me? Am I the only one who got out? Who escaped? This is probably how you live all the time.
We found a way out, philosopher. We escaped. But how long will we escape for?
Just a night, maybe.
We found a trajectory. A line of flight. We got out. In, like, Organisational Management central. Out. It’s grounds for hope, philosopher. They haven’t actually taken over the world.
You mean you haven’t taken over the world.
Walking and talking. Is it that simple? We’ve cast a spell, philosopher. Or someone’s cast a spell. We’ve found the key. Turned it in the lock. Got out.
You can leave the world from within the world – that's what we've learnt. There’s a way outside even if you’re inside.
We’ve walked and talked the world away. We’ve disappeared it, the world. We’ve destroyed the world.
Have we? It’s still there.
We’ve destroyed it for us, in us. We’ve fled the world … we were inflight from the world.
It’s like this is what we’ve been doing for our entire lives. Like this is what we’ve been doing forever.
We can just talk about stuff, can’t we? You’re probably used to it. But there’s a gratifying ease to this, for me. It’s simple. It’s easy, saying these things. And not being thought mad, or anything. Not being thought of as an idiot.
There’ll be a before and there’ll be an after. Because of this night. This night is the pivot. This is the hub. It all turns around this. Around us. There’s something fateful about tonight, don’t you think?
Like there’s something hovering at the heart of the night. This night. The secret’s here. The secret’s tonight – it’s in this night. It’s hidden here. it’s showing itself here. At the heart oft his.
What do you want from tonight? What do you want to happen?
I want the destiny of the world to change tonight. I want everything fundamentally altered. I want the world to change. I want everything to change.
A big hope.
I want you to notice me, philosopher… I’d like some attention. Me. Here. Now. Look at me. Look me in the eyes.
You don’t like looking at people in the eyes, do you? You’d rather walk and talk. Just walk along and talk …
I’d like to see you again.
Like this? Nights like this don’t happen very often. It’s like Lost in Translation. Did you ever see that? They shared a night. They were both married. It was a fleeting thing. Happened once and that was it. And then pfft – it disappears.
It’s like The Breakfast Club. Those guys spend the day together, get all teary and confessional and then what? They never met again. That’s what this is.
Will we never meet again?
We can nod hello in meetings, and that’ll be it. Does it make you sad? You should enjoy what we had. What we have right now. Everything is precarious, philosopher. Nothing lasts. Except for marriage, apparently. And my career. There are strong bonds, philosopher. And there are weak bonds.
One more night before the end of the world. One night snatched back. For ourselves. Isn’t it enough: nights like this. Nights that are ours. Our whole lives should be ours.
Work in Progress 