Re: Call: Misha/Damian
Then I will not point out the illogicality of an ass being smart. [He smiles, stupidly earnest and thankfully unseen.] I will look at it that way. [As if he is very smart.] In which case, I have slept with a girl. [Damian does not know what an old coke bottle looks like. Glass? Glass turns green, the thicker it is, due to impurities. Perhaps this is what Misha means.] Yours are sometimes like ice, glacial, but still warm. Or they glow and are as the sky is nearest the sun during the day. [He rocks on his heels.] What is 'the rest'? [He shrugs about Janus.] Perhaps you are right. He insulted you. [As if these are connected.—But, he pushes himself from the wall then. Damian stays on the phone.] I would like to watch you. One day I will join an audience and you will not know I am there. I am done with my cigarette. Shall I come inside?