In Continuum.

Talk

Power.Music.Playlist.Coldplay.Talk.Play.

"So you dont know where you're going and you wanna talk
And you feel like going where you've been before
You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored
Nothing is really making any sense at all
Let's talk,let's talk...
Let's talk,let's talk..."

"Talk" by Coldplay

'Excuse me?'
'I'm sorry,are you talking to me?'
'Who else in this cafe is within applicable radius of the phrase "Excuse me"?'
'Well,I'm sorry i was reading and...'
'Yeah,i know.I tend to do that with my Ipod too.Just drowning the rest of the world away with the volume huh?'
'The rain outside's doing the job pretty well i'd say.'
'Haha,yeah.I guess so,yeah.'
'So...what is it?'
'What what?'
'You said "Excuse Me".Im assuming that meant that you needed my help.'
'Oh,that.Haha,sorry.That sort of slipped my mind there.Hi,I'm Faye.'
'Will.'
'Is that short for anything?'
'William,actually.But i always found that pretty...'
'Gay?'
'Haha,yeah.That,gay.'
'Yeah,like totally.Haha.'
'So...what is it that i can do for you,Faye?'
'I sort of...kind of waiting for somebody?'
'And he's awfully late,probably giving excuses that the rain's a pain in the ass,and he's stuck in traffic.'
'How did you...?'
'Im a red-blooded male.Too.'
'Ah.Haha.You've got a point there.'
'Dont you just hate it?'
'What,men?'
'Haha.Well,that too maybe.But,im talking about the excuse.It's as if every car's a convertible,as if the rain has got anything to do with him being stuck in a traffic on a rainy day.'
'Yeah,i hate that.He's...like that.I guess.I cant stand him sometimes.'
'So how long have you been waiting?'
'Almost an hour,and he just called to tell me he's gonna be late for another.'
'Punctuality is a virtue.'
'For women.'
'Especially,not women.'
'How do you explain my boyfriend then?'
'You've seen him with his pants down?'
'Erm,no.Why?'
'Well,then he's probably a tranny.That's my answer to that.'

*

'What you doing here in the cafe on a rainy day like that anyway,Will?'
'Just...things i guess.Things i want to get away from.'
'Annoying things?'
'Yeah,those.And more...i guess.'
'You know,they have a technical name for those.'
'Oh yeah?What is it?'
'"Life".'
'Ah,i've heard that before.What a bitch.'
'Want to talk about it?'
'Im not sure if you want to listen.'
'You're not sure if you are sure about that either,right?'
'What?Wait,you do this all the time huh?Talking to strangers in a cafe while waiting for your boyfriend?'
'No,not really no.This is the first i'd say.'
'How does it feel,for the first time?'
'That depends on the stranger i approached.'
'How am i doing then?'
'Nice.'

*

'It's my mom,actually.I'm actually in town for a couple of days only.For my father's funeral.'
'Im sorry.'
'Dont be,it's hard enough for one person to do that on his own.'
'Why do you say that?'
'Well,it's funny,really.I was standing there in my black suit;this suit,actually.And there they were,my relatives,my friends,and some faces which ive never seen before,or names i havent heard before?We were just there...paying our respect to this guy.This guy now cold and dead in this...wooden box.It was a wooden box,i could tell.It was the cheapest coffin i've ever seen i swear.So there my little cousin was singing,as we all listened through the cemetry trees.I stood there,and looked at my father and completely overwhelmed by an...emotion.'
'What was it?'
'Nothing!I felt...nothing at all.I mean,i was there and people were crying softly around me.They were telling me that everything was going to be all right,and that my dad's in a better place,you know.All that stuff.I was thinking to myself,that i should be crying too,right?I should be throwing myself on the coffin and banging on it,telling my father to wake up and talk to me like he used to.But i didnt,you know.I just stood there and stared at this face i hardly even recognise.'
'It's good that you just left it like that though.It wouldve been a little too...Shakespear.'
'I have...memories of my father,you know?Him smoking out of his pipe as he rocked on his armchair beside the window,and the afternoon sun streaming in.How he hated my dog Jelly inside the house,and how he used to stop paper boys because they threw the papers into the sprinklers,then give them a good half an hour of lecture and scolding.'
'Poor kid.'
'Exactly.I wouldve pissed my pants.'
'So why did you feel...the way you felt?Or,lack thereof.'
'I dont know.I guess in a way,people think they know somebody well,but not truly so?Like,you've grown so close to somebody,but yet when you think back on the memories you shared with that person,they are just mere memories somehow.They are no more than...Christmas presents with nothing in it.It's like an empty box with a cool wrapper,you know?How do you get to know,i mean really know somebody when you cannot fully comprehend yourself?Do you really know yourself?'
'Yeah...i guess so.I hope so,at least?'
'Comon',it's not like we've known ourselves for that long.'
'Oh well...'
'Im just feeling emotional...i guess.Emotional for not being emotional.Does that make any sense to you?'
'Sometimes,somethings dont need to make sense at all.'
'You think so?'
'I dont think so,i just believe so.It's more beautiful that way,isnt it?'

*

'Sometimes i wonder if...Ryan's the right guy for me,you know?Are you with anybody?'
'No,not at the moment no.I was but...things got messed up and we sort of ended up...i mean,oh well...'
'Yeah,i know what you mean.We get that a lot,Ryan and i.'
'Get what?'
'Fights,you know.We argue over the smallest things.I know,ive read somewhere that happy couples lie to each other,and that arguments are only the natural part of a relationship,and that it's all...normal.But i dont know,i dont think what we argue about are realistically healthy.I mean,he gets pissed off when i talk to other guys,like close friends and stuff.He gets jealous easily,maybe too easy.Then he gets frustrated,and we will end up reaching for each other's throats at times.I hate it...i really do.'
'Im not insured,just so you know.'
'What?'
'Let's say he walks in before his scheduled time of delay,and sees you with this stranger in a cafe talking happily to each other,he's going to come after your throat,and then mine.Im not insured,just so you know.Again.'
'Haha,well dont worry.When he says he's gonna be here in another hour's time,i usually add another hour to that.He's not going to murder you anytime soon,no worries.'
'All right,go on.'
'Anyway,sometimes i feel so restrained.I feel like some prisoner in his cell or something,it's not like my world revolves around him,he doesnt own me like some stupid CDs,you know?He has his good parts,i know.Really,he does.He's really nice,and he loves his family and mine.But sometimes i question myself,you know.I ask myself,if i really made the right choice sometimes?What if,i made that wrong move on that chess board,and if it is too late to turn back.Checkmate?Im so afraid sometimes,so afraid of looking ahead,but at the same time the past too.What if there is that someone out there,someone perhaps better?I dont know...i'm just so confused...'
'Well dont be then,just relax.Dont think about it anymore.I bet your mother had her issues with your dad back when they got married.'
'Toilet seats.'
'What?'
'Toilet seats were an issue.'
'He never put them down?'
'She never lifted them up.'

*

'So what were you listening to there,before you came over and gave me a shock?'
'Oh,John Mayer.Heard of him?'
'Yeah,on radio and stuff.'
'He's brilliant.'
'Im not too into...Pop,stuff.'
'He's SO not what you call "Pop Stuff".It's this...Pop,Rock...Blues.Thing.'
'Right,mind if i listen?'
'Sure,here.That's the left earpiece.'
'Thanks.'

Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?




'Hmm.Catchy.'
'Isnt it?'
'Is that why you are troubled with your relationship?'
'What,the song?'
'Yeah,i mean he is clearly singing about possibilities of somebody out there...waiting.'
'Perhaps,yeah.Maybe.We are all writing our love songs for no one,arent we?'
'Yeah...Yeah,i guess we are.'
'Hey,hold on a sec.I think he's calling.'
'Sure.'

*

'He's waiting outside.I think i better get going.Hey,it's nice talking to you Will,William.'
'Dont call me that.You know i hate that.'
'Well,you go on with your music now.I wont disturb you any longer.'
'You are not disturbing,no.Definitely not.'
'Nice meeting you,wish i got to know you better.'
'Same to you.'
'I'll see you soon,i hope?'
'Yeah...yeah.I'll see you soon.'
'Goodbye...'
'Bye...Faye...'

In a bullet proof vest,
With the windows all closed,
I'll be doing my best,
I'll see you soon,
In a telescope lens,
And when all you want is friends,
I'll see you soon,
I'll see you soon...