day 1

H: why didn't you hold me (suspended mid-air).
I: I shouldn't. (from afar)
H: why shouldn't you?
I: I don't know. I just don't think I should.
H: (she falls) now what should you do?
I: I won't do anything.
H: Why.
I: It just is.
H: How could you.
I: You will understand. (because I don't have the answer.)
H: I don't, and I want to understand now.
I: Love is...
H: Oh...so you're using the love excuse again...
I: Love is...
H: Excuse me, what love? Isn't it too soon to say love...
I: Love is to sacrifice.
H: huh?
I: to hold you, is only to satisfy us both, and not love.
To touch, is to make contact, to introduce the private body to another body apart from mine.
but it is still not love. It is only when we are less than ourselves...that to love yearns to be utterly less. I know no better way to put it.
H: And leave me here to fret for myself...
I: No...but to keep you in touch with yourself...and the cold hard surface.
H: And what am I supposed to learn?
I: I do not know.
H: How useful.
I: Pain is...
H: I find your infinitive verb 'to be' as extremely restrictive.
I: I thought you were a bimbo...
H: How insulting!
I: Impressions fail us.
H: Come lie beside me.
I: Why.
H: to make you understand my perspective.
I: I don't see the need to...
H: All you said made a certain sense. Up to a certain sense. But it could happen to you. You...failing and falling as well. And no one is around to grab you, steady you and keep you upright. So what do you do?
I: I will still stand still.
H: You will certainly fall.
I: Still, it does not matter. I will pick myself up.
H: No one picks himself up. It is a composite of reasons that makes it possible for even movement to occur.
I: Woah.
H: Fuck you.
I: I'm sorry, I only mean to express my admiration.
H: Don't get tacky with me. I meant to say...
I: Pain is the best resource of edification.
H: And what if you fall off a boat....Or fall asleep, and die without pain.
No pain. You think there would be pain....but you just die.
I: Then...you are just meant to leave.
H: Leave? To where? I don't even know where I came from. I dare not imagine some other dimension that I would be sent to and be entrapped all over again.
I: ....
H: Come lie beside me.
I: (he lies down, but still afar)
H: I didn't know...that the sky feels so wide...and yet so...small.
I: The universe has been trivalized. Another dimension to colonize.
H: You are too stern. uptight. relax.
I: Now, you don't blame me for not grabbing you?
H: Maybe...you're right. I don't want to be touched.
I: I don't want to too. I begin to see how the human touch does not only connect, it is also extremely frightening. Suddenly, you feel and touch another person, and the person is immediately faced with the raw prospect of various reactions. What is he or she to do?
H: All very nice. But you didn't catch hold of me. My safety should take precedence over such a discussion on human touch.
I: I love you.
H: Oh?
I: I love you.
H: Inigo. All very nice. Say it all you want. I'll stand up and walk away.
I: Haha. It's actually too late. I realise something.
H: What?
I: If you were alive, I would say, you are truly loved.
But you're not. A creation.
H: And?
I: you live, to be separated from your first love, only later to sacrifice next yourself too, that the next love may appear in succession.
H: Oh...
I: And....

H: And

The image of them lying side by side, two together, forms H. As they come closer and closer, eventually interested with what each has to say.
Where is the hypen, you ask, and I would say...it is your gaze.