And we talked. With time my amusement was leaving me as was my will to continue listening.

Soon enough I was Only listening trying to understand why i subjected myself to this. Should’ve stopped him, should have turned back, in fact should have never came here. He tells me mostly things I already know, sometimes something i could’ve figured out myself, without all this. Dead Names, Dead times, Places gone, listed, entangled in a biggest chunk of meaning in my life. Would it be rude to leave, would he care, would it even matter? In the great scheme of things, In the end of my days i started to seek my relief but I refused to let my feet get me out of there.

As my body giving up and freezing to fit the walls around us I ask: „Can I have my short version again?”