𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓,

dialogue prompts from bluebeard's first wife: stories by ha seong-nan.

don't act like there isn't anything you can do.

it's not me who doesn't understand. it's you.

i disgust myself.

you think i was the only one who saw it?

leave those good people alone. they've already been through hell.

you think i was seeing things?

why don't you go back inside and sleep?

i gave up hope a long time ago, but that doesn't mean you should.

i ran out of tears a long time ago.

let's try to forget. let's forget and move on.

what do you mean, 'so long'? you're supposed to say 'see you soon'.

aren't you even a little scared?

didn't i tell you to never come in?

i see. you've known all along.

it must have killed you to keep quiet this long.

there's no other place to spend the night except here.

why'd you pick up a complete stranger?

why is this place always so goddamned foggy?

i know it can get lonesome, being stuck in a place like this.

you're too good to waste away here.

i had no idea you were having such a hard time.

other people might not understand, but i do.

this is a small town. news travels fast.

you did nothing to deserve any sympathy.

i told you not to go in the woods.

people are the same: if you humble yourself, they relent.

i think it's going to rain. my whole body's sore.

the gods must be crazy. they leave the one who's supposed to go and take the one who's supposed to stay.

you expect me to share that kind of information for free?

are you asking because you really don't know, or because you're naïve?

what are you doing? i called you over ten times.

you better tell me everything you know.

oh, you do know how to smile.

how drunk do i have to get to forget everything?

i swear, you're not even human.

i'll leave you to it. by the way, i never liked you.

i bet you wished something like this would happen.

what's the matter? why are you crying?

as the saying goes, if you can't go in through the front door, go in through the back door.

i'm so tired, i don't even have time to dream.

never get in a taxi alone at night.

____ needs to be taught a lesson.

it's cold out there. go put on another layer.

where the hell did you come from?

what does it feel like to kiss?

dialogue prompts from discontent by beatriz serrano.

i only go to work to lower my air conditioning bill.

work is just a role, and i've mastered it perfectly.

the truth is, i don't know how to do anything.

i don't know how i got here.

my job is to be nice and sell snake oil.

i'm good at selling ideas.

i've mastered the art of working as little as possible.

offices are like hunting: the more you move, the less chance you have of being shot.

i'd give you the rest of my life, if you asked me to.

that's anxiety. you know that, right?

i think everyone deserves a patch of sky.

everything's easy with you.

i wish we could fall in love with each other.

are you feeling sick?

you look pretty, but your face is like death warmed over.

are you sleeping well? are you eating well?

i know you won't disappoint me.

you seem vexed.

i have complete faith in you.

everyone believes singers are singing about them.

when was the last time you really talked to ____?

you never know what's going on with people.

if you were a fabric, you'd be a _____.

i feel like you're going to psychoanalyze me.

would you like a tangerine?

age is a question of attitude.

whenever i talk to you, i feel like a contestant on a game show.

everything's going well here, you know.

i'm not sure how to talk to ____, or what about.

i really don't have anything to say about my life.

i just want you to be happy.

happiness? what does that even mean?

are you going to come up? soon?

i hate thinking about work outside of work.

i don't know where i'll go, but i won't be here.

i work all the fucking time.

step up, or step aside.

you were my friend. my best friend.

you're unreal. like someone on a magazine cover.

you made me remember who i used to be.

i thought about you a lot. i thought about calling you.

my whole life is a performance.

most of the time, i have no regrets.

the body is just a tool. like a painter's canvas, or a sculptor's block of marble.

we're all condemned to play the role we've been assigned.

if you won the lottery, would you be going to work the next day?

i'm afraid of everyone forgetting about me.

you get to an age where getting wasted isn't fun, it's an open portal to hell on earth.

the hangover's a problem for future me.

what happened? can i do anything?

maybe that's the secret to happiness: lowering your expectations. settling.

maybe i'm the problem.

nothing going on around me makes any sense.

i don't think i'm doing okay.

don't worry. i'm going to call for help.

you want a joint?

the world smiles on people like you.

do i seem fun? hip? cool?

fake it til you make it. or until people leave you alone.

you can't change the world. you can only try to keep the world from changing you.

you were always a bit odd.

dialogue prompts from discontent by beatriz serrano.

i only go to work to lower my air conditioning bill.

work is just a role, and i've mastered it perfectly.

the truth is, i don't know how to do anything.

i don't know how i got here.

my job is to be nice and sell snake oil.

i'm good at selling ideas.

i've mastered the art of working as little as possible.

offices are like hunting: the more you move, the less chance you have of being shot.

i'd give you the rest of my life, if you asked me to.

that's anxiety. you know that, right?

i think everyone deserves a patch of sky.

everything's easy with you.

i wish we could fall in love with each other.

are you feeling sick?

you look pretty, but your face is like death warmed over.

are you sleeping well? are you eating well?

i know you won't disappoint me.

you seem vexed.

i have complete faith in you.

everyone believes singers are singing about them.

when was the last time you really talked to ____?

you never know what's going on with people.

if you were a fabric, you'd be a _____.

i feel like you're going to psychoanalyze me.

would you like a tangerine?

age is a question of attitude.

whenever i talk to you, i feel like a contestant on a game show.

everything's going well here, you know.

i'm not sure how to talk to ____, or what about.

i really don't have anything to say about my life.

i just want you to be happy.

happiness? what does that even mean?

are you going to come up? soon?

i hate thinking about work outside of work.

i don't know where i'll go, but i won't be here.

i work all the fucking time.

step up, or step aside.

you were my friend. my best friend.

you're unreal. like someone on a magazine cover.

you made me remember who i used to be.

i thought about you a lot. i thought about calling you.

my whole life is a performance.

most of the time, i have no regrets.

the body is just a tool. like a painter's canvas, or a sculptor's block of marble.

we're all condemned to play the role we've been assigned.

if you won the lottery, would you be going to work the next day?

i'm afraid of everyone forgetting about me.

you get to an age where getting wasted isn't fun, it's an open portal to hell on earth.

the hangover's a problem for future me.

what happened? can i do anything?

maybe that's the secret to happiness: lowering your expectations. settling.

maybe i'm the problem.

nothing going on around me makes any sense.

i don't think i'm doing okay.

don't worry. i'm going to call for help.

you want a joint?

the world smiles on people like you.

do i seem fun? hip? cool?

fake it til you make it. or until people leave you alone.

you can't change the world. you can only try to keep the world from changing you.

you were always a bit odd.