Privacy

Pieces of people
— Oh? Why would you say that?
– Just thinking about it I guess.
Fragmenting
I’m fragmenting
Or dissolving
Whichever analogy works better
— Some things stick while others break off. The things that stick get buried deep inside, becoming part of the mass. Evolving, becoming indistinguishable.
– Hmm.
Silence
— Like a Katamari.
And I laugh
– What on earth made you think of that?
— I don’t know. But it fits, doesn’t it?
I laugh again
And she smiles
– It does.
Silence
Pieces of people, as if they’re made of one part ego, one part emotion, one part action
One part some tiny shred of interaction
Made of a drug that I’m addicted to
Tiny pieces of individual people
I’m starving
— You’re different now, Vroenis, from when we first met.
– I don’t know when that was.
— You’re changing.
Turn to look at her
– For the better?
— It’s hard to tell.
Stare
Blink
– And you?
Her lips part
Then close again
Inhale
Exhale
— I always change.
Blink
— And I’m always the same.