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fatespoken) wrote2011-03-08 01:06 am
fatespoken) wrote2011-03-08 01:06 am
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[ A lethargic looking Amory Felix sits in front of the camera, leaning forward on a dark brown couch. Besides him sits one cat, curled just as languorously around a pillow. Dark shadows trace the bottom edge of his eyes, and for a moment, he blinks blearily. ]
Ballet was her nemesis for fix years. But she had to do it-- the requirements of privilege. I rode horses. She did dance.One day we raced down a hill on our bikes, and she careened off the side: bent her leg all the way backwards, shattered her knee-cap.
As we sat there in the brush, waiting my mom, Elisa realized how much she wanted to do ballet, only after realizing what fucking up her leg that badly meant.
[ Pause. ]
Differences sharpen the truth. If they don't reveal them.
[ This anecdote is brought to you by Amory Felix and the pop of a beer bottle, which a thin wrists pulls into the view of the camera -- he's not hiding it at all.
He downs half of the bottle in a single gulp, then leaning back against the couch. Silence, now. ]
I can force myself to do a lot of things. I've dragged myself through mountains of shit, and-- you know, I made a valiant attempt. [ He takes another swig. ] Now, I concede.
Ballet was her nemesis for fix years. But she had to do it-- the requirements of privilege. I rode horses. She did dance.One day we raced down a hill on our bikes, and she careened off the side: bent her leg all the way backwards, shattered her knee-cap.
As we sat there in the brush, waiting my mom, Elisa realized how much she wanted to do ballet, only after realizing what fucking up her leg that badly meant.
[ Pause. ]
Differences sharpen the truth. If they don't reveal them.
[ This anecdote is brought to you by Amory Felix and the pop of a beer bottle, which a thin wrists pulls into the view of the camera -- he's not hiding it at all.
He downs half of the bottle in a single gulp, then leaning back against the couch. Silence, now. ]
I can force myself to do a lot of things. I've dragged myself through mountains of shit, and-- you know, I made a valiant attempt. [ He takes another swig. ] Now, I concede.
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[ The irritated edge to his voice is sharp enough to cut. ]
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I...all right.
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Good. [ A beat. ] Don't need a shoulder to lean on, not now. Never.
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I didn't mean it like that. I'm only worried, that's all.
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I'm no worse, no better. [ he tips the beer bottle toward her; a sloppy salute. ] I've settled.
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[...But no, he's made it quite clear that he wants her to stay out of it. Much as she may be tempted to the contrary.]
I suppose I'm glad to hear you've settled, then.
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[And she quietly shuts off the feed.]
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[ There's the snap of another bottle cap. ]
If I want to indulge in self pity, who the fuck should care?
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[ There's some low laughter here. ]
I am. Who isn't?
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I'm not pathetic.
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That's not how it works.
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[ More sparse, low laughter. ]
And I said I don't care. If it bothers you, why stay?
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