Sunday 19th July - What you donāt write.
Yael: I donāt really care about what you wrote. Olivia: Ouch! Yael: Boo hoo. You get me. Olivia: Not sure I do. Yael: Not that I donāt value what you have to say... Olivia: But? Yael: But? Olivia: Not that you donāt value what I have to say.. BUT... Yael: Oh, but. Olivia: But... Yael: Yeah. Just that I kind of wanna know about what you didnāt write. Olivia: Well. Everything that isnāt what I wrote is something I didnāt write. Yael: Well noted. Olivia: So you care more about every single thing that isnāt what I wrote. Yael: Not quite but yeah. Olivia: So again I cry it, OUCH. Yael: I do not wound you. Olivia: Thatās not for you to say. Yael: TouchĆ©. Olivia: So what I didnāt write. Yael: Yeah. Olivia: What do you even mean? Yael: Just interested is all. Olivia: Enlighten me. Yael: The spaces between the words. The air around the sculpture. The light between the branches. The silence between the notes. All that. Olivia: So youāre just being a wanker. Yael: Maybe. The pause between the grunts. Olivia: Ugh. Yael: But no, silly. Olivia: Then what. Yael: Dunno. Just, that thing where you canāt be happy without sadness. Olivia: Yeah? Yael: So things canāt exist without the not-things. Olivia: Mm. Yael: And so what you wrote canāt exist without what you didnāt write. Olivia: I didnāt write that you were a pretentious hole. Yael: Oh but you did. Olivia: Iām going to kill you.








