[ audio] || a question
What determines when we're meant to leave? Would you call it something as fanciful as destiny? Logically speaking, it's apparently arbitrary. I've asked myself this question time and time again: why does someone enter the city, stay a month, and then leave on their 32nd day? Why can someone stay for three years and never seem to leave?
Everyone is leaving--
Maybe I'm the only who wants to know how it works. Or maybe I'm the only person here who doesn't want to leave.
[ Silence follows. Then there's an assortment of sundry sounds: a bottom of a glass clinked against a glass coffee table, the snap of a lighter. Papers are shuffled, footsteps tap against the ground---
The silence is intentional, awkward.]
If you wanted a cat, they're ready.
Maybe I'm the only who wants to know how it works. Or maybe I'm the only person here who doesn't want to leave.
[ Silence follows. Then there's an assortment of sundry sounds: a bottom of a glass clinked against a glass coffee table, the snap of a lighter. Papers are shuffled, footsteps tap against the ground---
The silence is intentional, awkward.]
If you wanted a cat, they're ready.