Chapter 16
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02:50 | Selina Johnson
When you are telling a story, you create a world of your own. That applies to the fantasies but not too well to the reality. The events around you are random and unforgiving. It's like a wild predator trying to rip everything apart when the only thing you can do is to accept it like a helpless prey. If you get lucky then you may find a way to fight your way out. For me, I was mauled by that predator over and over into a point of no fighting back. The only thing I could do was to keep on going into the abyss, to let myself know that I am still alive.
The coffee became cold. But I was accustomed with it; with coldness. It would get blended with my long and boring metaphors.
-So I see you haven't gotten to bed after all Ms. Inspector.
-Nice view you have from here. I didn't notice it until now.
-Yes. Jane likes to sit here and draw. I wish I could spend more time with her. You know she likes to draw, more than anything.
-Hmm. I saw some of her sketches. Nice going.
-Tells me she's gonna be an artist, you know those illustrator type I think.
-(Chuckles)I had interest in concept arts and photography when I was in high school. I should have some old work pieces with me.
-No way. I would have thought you were a literature person if not for our exciting meeting.
-(Laughs)...So how's she doing? It seems to me that she could do fine with some time outside. Probably with someone she's fond of.
-...Ramen. You must have some background in cooking too, right?
-Huh? Oh, no. She's not a picky eater, that's all.
-If you say so. Anyway, thanks for being here with her...I can't stop you if you think that making her forget about the evening is good for her. I can't do anything to help her either. So that's that.
-...
-...
-What happened to her mother?
-...We had an accident while driving back from a trip...she didn't make it.
-I am sorry.
-Jane has been having hard time getting along with others since. Can't stay in noisy places for long. Gets panicked. See, I moved here to give her a new scenery; you know the rest more or less.
-The trouble with wanting something is the fear of losing it, or never getting it.
-It makes you weak? Makes you frightened?
-...
-Don't give me that crap!!
-You should know better.
-What do you expect that little girl is gonna think when she hears about you leaving her?
-...
-Going by your book, I would think everyone's dead already just after being born.
-Aren't we? Our fear of it makes us play safe.
-You know what? I used to think we were being cowards by fleeing from town to town... but at least we're trying.
-...(Phone rings)
-Alright then. Good night Inspector.
-(Sighs)Yes hello? Dt Selina Johnson here.
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02:50 | Selina Johnson
When you are telling a story, you create a world of your own. That applies to the fantasies but not too well to the reality. The events around you are random and unforgiving. It's like a wild predator trying to rip everything apart when the only thing you can do is to accept it like a helpless prey. If you get lucky then you may find a way to fight your way out. For me, I was mauled by that predator over and over into a point of no fighting back. The only thing I could do was to keep on going into the abyss, to let myself know that I am still alive.
The coffee became cold. But I was accustomed with it; with coldness. It would get blended with my long and boring metaphors.
-So I see you haven't gotten to bed after all Ms. Inspector.
-Nice view you have from here. I didn't notice it until now.
-Yes. Jane likes to sit here and draw. I wish I could spend more time with her. You know she likes to draw, more than anything.
-Hmm. I saw some of her sketches. Nice going.
-Tells me she's gonna be an artist, you know those illustrator type I think.
-(Chuckles)I had interest in concept arts and photography when I was in high school. I should have some old work pieces with me.
-No way. I would have thought you were a literature person if not for our exciting meeting.
-(Laughs)...So how's she doing? It seems to me that she could do fine with some time outside. Probably with someone she's fond of.
-...Ramen. You must have some background in cooking too, right?
-Huh? Oh, no. She's not a picky eater, that's all.
-If you say so. Anyway, thanks for being here with her...I can't stop you if you think that making her forget about the evening is good for her. I can't do anything to help her either. So that's that.
-...
-...
-What happened to her mother?
-...We had an accident while driving back from a trip...she didn't make it.
-I am sorry.
-Jane has been having hard time getting along with others since. Can't stay in noisy places for long. Gets panicked. See, I moved here to give her a new scenery; you know the rest more or less.
-The trouble with wanting something is the fear of losing it, or never getting it.
-It makes you weak? Makes you frightened?
-...
-Don't give me that crap!!
-You should know better.
-What do you expect that little girl is gonna think when she hears about you leaving her?
-...
-Going by your book, I would think everyone's dead already just after being born.
-Aren't we? Our fear of it makes us play safe.
-You know what? I used to think we were being cowards by fleeing from town to town... but at least we're trying.
-...(Phone rings)
-Alright then. Good night Inspector.
-(Sighs)Yes hello? Dt Selina Johnson here.
02:50 | Selina Johnson When you are telling a story, you create a world of your own. That applies to the fantasies but not too well to the reality. The events around you are random and unforgiving. It's like a wild predator trying to rip everything apart when the only thing you can do is to accept it like a helpless prey. If you get lucky then you may find a way to fight your way out. For me, I was mauled by that predator over and over into a point of no fighting back. The only thing I could do was to keep on going into the abyss, to let myself know that I am still alive. The coffee became cold. But I was accustomed with it; with coldness. It would get blended with my long and boring metaphors. -So I see you haven't gotten to bed after all Ms. Inspector. -Nice view you have from here. I didn't notice it until now. -Yes. Jane likes to sit here and draw. I wish I could spend more time with her. You know she likes to draw, more than anything. -Hmm. I saw some of her sketches. Nice going. -Tells me she's gonna be an artist, you know those illustrator type I think. -ChucklesI had interest in concept arts and photography when I was in high school. I should have some old work pieces with me. -No way. I would have thought you were a literature person if not for our exciting meeting. -Laughs...So how's she doing? It seems to me that she could do fine with some time outside. Probably with someone she's fond of. -...Ramen. You must have some background in cooking too, right? -Huh? Oh, no. She's not a picky eater, that's all. -If you say so. Anyway, thanks for being here with her...I can't stop you if you think that making her forget about the evening is good for her. I can't do anything to help her either. So that's that. -... -... -What happened to her mother? -...We had an accident while driving back from a trip...she didn't make it. -I am sorry. -Jane has been having hard time getting along with others since. Can't stay in noisy places for long. Gets panicked. See, I moved here to give her a new scenery; you know the rest more or less. -The trouble with wanting something is the fear of losing it, or never getting it. -It makes you weak? Makes you frightened? -... -Don't give me that crap!! -You should know better. -What do you expect that little girl is gonna think when she hears about you leaving her? -... -Going by your book, I would think everyone's dead already just after being born. -Aren't we? Our fear of it makes us play safe. -You know what? I used to think we were being cowards by fleeing from town to town... but at least we're trying. -...Phone rings -Alright then. Good night Inspector. -SighsYes hello? Dt Selina Johnson here.
