This is a short piece of dialogue which I wrote many years ago when I was about 17 or 18. It’s always made me smile over the years whenever I come across it and re-read, so I thought I’d share. There’s no context, so make of it what you will.
Would you like some china eggs?
Some china petals?
A lot of money?
Enough to hire someone to shoot you.
I can cope.
Very well. I’ll give you 150.000 credits. That should be enough to have me shot and live comfortably on the interest of what is left.
Thank you. I’ll never forget you.
Yes you will.
Oh alright, I will. But not in a hurry.
No, not in a hurry. Will you remember me just before you die?
Yes, with satisfaction. What do you think it will be like for you when you are dead?
Oh, nothing much. Just emptiness. Peace. Freedom from you. Freedom from myself. Music.
Yes. Music of Paradise.
Is Paradise just emptiness, then?
My ideal would be.
How would you know about it? If you can’t think?
Who said I can’t think?
Can you think in emptiness?
I don’t know. I’ve never been there.
Maybe you just have futile conversations.
Will we meet up again? Will we be going to the same place?
I don’t know. Maybe.
Not much point in getting you shot then, if I’m not going to be free of you.
It’s a respite.
I don’t want to talk to you.
You’re always right.
When will you get me the money?
Make it sooner.
Can I go now?
If you want.
Do you suppose we’re already dead?
We could be. No-one told me.
Oh well. I’ll see you tomorrow then. I’ve got your coffin. It’s Jade.
Oh. Nice colour.
No, I mean Jade. Real Jade.
Ah, my Crystal Castle.