WORDS SPOKEN IN Mine, Yours, Our AND Their COMPANY
08.09 PM
They always sit and meet at the same table - the one to the far right, I mean left - in the corner of the diner.
They've been smoking silk-cuts for the past ten years - ten years of smoke embedded in the fabric of the stools they perch on - ten years of smoke embedded in the air.
An atmosphere saturated with recycled music and conversation.
Yes, conversation.
09.33 PM
They order another round of drinks. The same drinks they've ordered for the past ten years. I hear them. I hear you. They talk about their history whilst we talk about our history and outside history is being made.
Outside, it is dark but busy with people entering and leaving shop fronts with neon lights and florescent tubes.
Inside, it is dark and busy with people entering and leaving voices which illuminate the space around me, you, us, them.
Voices that speak of premature policy, credit card junkies, the tragedy of Tokyo Rose and cake.
Pictures, ideas, calenders and memories that speak when I speak to you and I.
10.45 PM
I walk past their table. I walk past them, you, me, us.
He puts on his coat, pays the bill and takes one last look around. She exits to the bathroom.
The clinking of glasses and muttering of voices intoxicate the mind as track two plays and The Chiffons take the soul.
I return, she returns and they leave to go outside amongst the neon lights.
We're inside talking about them. I'm inside talking about you.
11.20 PM
