Lights up on the stage. There's a table front and center, with four chairs around it, neatly placed. SVEN is laying on top of the table, with his back touching it and arms behind his head. BEE is sitting cross-legged besides him.
SVEN: I once saw the light, you know?
BEE: You died?
SVEN: No. I was trapped in a dark room and when the door opened I saw those little flashes that make you dizzy.
BEE: Why were you in a dark room in the first place? Never mind that. Could you word it any better?
SVEN: Yes. I once was on drugs, you know?
BEE: On drugs. Honey, I've never seen you pick out something bolder than a Fanta. Why bring it up?
SVEN: (He gets up and sits cross-legged.) Death is imminent to all of us, and oxygen is killing us slowly. Apparently, the gases just take their time, like a ninety year-old strutting along the river. Good for them.
BEE: What's imminent is you going back to being emo. That was, to all of us, death.
SVEN: Metal.
BEE: Yes, I forgot. You looked questionable. And now, well, like a walking corpse. Closer to death than you'd prefer.
SVEN: Who doesn't these days? Isn't it "cool" now to look like you need three blood transfusions, fifty six hours of sleep and use eyeliner? "Call me by your name" did a number on us. I don't remember how the movie goes.
BEE: I do not see the differences between emo, looking dead, being attractive and what you just described.
SVEN: There aren't any. But I can't say that because a lot of people get offended. Do you ever think about what comes next? I like death conspiracies.
BEE: I just know I want to go out while a group of plague doctors, mask and everything, whisper "hail Satan." Then, a recording of me saying, "When
I come back, nobody will be safe and I'll see you in Hell, bitches." All of that in a demonic voice and it plays in the background the whole fucking time.
SVEN: Yeah. I thought you'd be a Beethoven kind of person. You know, sounds that come from the great depths of some cylinders and sound like a cult chant. Well, I guess. Cylinders are a nice shape.
BEE: Who the fuck is a Beethoven type of person? Anyways, they say phones also emit energy waves that slowly deteriorate our brains. Makes us stupid. I mean more than usual.
SVEN: Yeah. Remember biting on Tide Pods? Me neither. I don't really remember much.
BEE: People who didn't are cowards and fear death. I say, drink some bleach and use insects as cereal next time, bastards!
SVEN: And circling back to the beginning, they still wouldn't die. Probably.
BEE: Yeah. Humans are extremely resilient. Genuinely asking, what in the world is that all about?
SVEN: A blessing and a curse.
BEE: So, I don't die if I jump off a thirteenth story balcony and then bleed for two hours?
SVEN: The blessing.
BEE: But I do if I throw a rock into a lake too hard.
SVEN: The curse.
BEE: The nightmare.
SVEN: Death is a wonderful and morbid phenomenon.
BEE: Tone it down, Victor Frankenstein.
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A kid's curiosity
Non-FictionThis is not a masterpiece. This is conversation. And what you talk about with your friends and don't tell your parents. It's nothing else than a human mind. Week-day afternoons turned into storms of nonsense, insults, stupid one-liners and teenagers...
