[Autumn, in a hayfield turning from golden to gray.

Lady Evelyn is confronted by her imaginary lover, called Wind.]

 

Wind: And where do you go besides out when I'm with you?

 

Evelyn: To white sands and little lakes beside the place, besides the place.

 

Wind: What would be the best way to reach you?

 

Evelyn: By telephone.

 

Wind: What would be the best number to reach you at?

 

Evelyn: The one which calls my telephone.

 

Wind: Lady with the high voice, shaky despair and lady lady lady. That would be the best number to reach me by.

 

Evelyn: I love you for calling me when it's so hard to reach me. I love everything about you.

 

Wind: Lady Evelyn would you like for me to reach that for you? Your arms are so short.

 

Evelyn: Yeah, if by their length you recall the arms that caress, not the arms that function, I'd say yeah, my arms are so very short.

 

Wind: And will you be with him forever till the end? past the iceberg?

 

Evelyn: At least when we reach it we'll know that halfway never comes, like tomorrow, like the sunrise.

 

Wind: Does the sun rise?

 

Evelyn: The sun is risen.

 

Wind: And how about until death?

 

Evelyn: I will be with him until it counts.

 

Wind: Counts?

 

Evelyn: We pass the time with whistles and sounds.

 

Wind: And when the buggies fill the parking garage all one by one, would you arrive with me like royalty?

 

Evelyn: I'd stay till the car took the stairs and fell over.

 

Wind: Would you assemble the world to me?

 

Evelyn: Would you mean the world?

 

Wind: Would you assemble it.

 

Evelyn: For me?

 

Wind: Yes, for you.

 

Evelyn: I would mean the world to you and assemble it until the cars took the stairs and fell over.

 

Wind: Thou has been sad, lonely, despairing, bored, unheard, not well, unrealized, tired. thou hast been tired.

 

Evelyn: It has been difficult.

 

Wind: Thou has tasted the heart of the fruit of the earth, and thou has been unsatisfied?

 

Evelyn: It is tremendously difficult.

 

Wind: I would like to give the world to you. As a present.

 

Evelyn: But I didn't do anything.

 

Wind: But thou has been kind, patient, loving, truthful. Thou hast been honest to thee.

 

Evelyn: Thee?

 

Wind: Yes, me.

 

Evelyn: It is not enough to give me the world. A gift worth giving requires sacrifice. The world has been yours. Thou hast been the world. To give thee the world you give thee yourself.

 

Wind: Thee?

 

Evelyn: Yes, me.

 

[The breeze that was caressing Evelyn's face ceases, and a bluegrey mist descends on the field. Evelyn and Wind can no longer see eachother, and Wind's words are barely audible.]

 

Evelyn: Were you mine that evening?

 

Wind: Was I with you in the morning?

 

Evelyn: Yes.

 

Wind: Then I was yours in the evening.

 

Evelyn: ...I believe I really managed to be with you when that terrible hunched bird tried to sell us dirt.  I liked myself then and it was pleasant to be observed.

 

Wind: Do you mean the way a toad feels when it is a small hop away from slimy dark safety, and a dog is running towards it?

 

Evelyn: No, not like that. I felt like a big tree.

 

Wind: Being observed in space without time?

 

Evelyn: No, just being observed.

 

Wind: How about today? And falling to bits like a rascal knife? Big five?

 

Evelyn: I dont want  anything else from you. I want to walk from room to room like a deadly sharp explorer.

 

Wind: You're speaking to me?

 

Evelyn: No, it's a fantasy. Like a shoelace, darling.

 

Wind: Do you think of me?

 

Evelyn: I think of walking the dog. I think of the liquor store. I think of a lofty apartment in the city. But I don't think of you anymore. You're an image.

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Wind: Well. Lucky I'm not a bird anymore.

 

Evelyn: I counted you lightly. You bit me. You continued to bite me.

 

Wind: I spoke to you gently and impatiently to correct degrees.

 

Evelyn: And you corrected everything. When were you human to me?

 

Wind: After the fact. when thinking of you. But I cannot see you anymore. But I do have dreams of flying from the roof of your apartment and killing cops in your city.

 

Evelyn: And you get away with it?

 

Wind: I fly away.

 

Evelyn: From the city?

 

Wind: From your apartment and then from the dream.

 

Evelyn: I believed in you always. Even in my hatred.

 

Wind: I know. Your love is made real by your hatred, and your hatred by your love. You exhaust me. I will always love you.

 

Evelyn: I don't even remember you.

 

Wind: I know. I love you. 

 

Evelyn: would you walk with me?

 

Wind: I would be with you while you walked.

 

Evelyn: I'd like that. 

 

Wind: I know.

 

 

 

Evelyn: Don't say that again. You don't know anything. Don't tell me you love me again. You dumb it down like a dog.