SHE: All I’m doing is looking at the pictures and imagining what you’re telling me to, Señor.
HE: Why are you being so obstinate?
SHE: Do you not know the story?
HE: What story?
SHE: The one about the master and his slave.
HE: That’s different. It’s got nothing to do with this.
SHE: No. I suppose it doesn’t. It’s just that both of them create their own roles. The master and his slave. They swap roles.
HE: Exactly. You have to accept the role. And the story. These pictures all tell a story. One single story: that’s why they were made, to show the splitting and the ripping and the invading, the supreme pleasure of violence, the supremacy of the aggressor, and that’s why you need a tool like this.
SHE: Whose tool?
HE: A tool. Look forget it. That’s enough.
SHE: I’m sleepy.
HE: Fine.
SHE: Is it?
HE: Yes, it is. People get sleepy at night.
SHE: It’s not that late. I just feel like going to bed ...
Pause.
Do you mind?
HE: No, I don’t mind.
Pause.
Well?
SHE: I’m waiting for you to ...
HE: Good night then.
SHE: Is that it?
HE: Yes, that’s it.
SHE: Sorry, I thought ...
HE: You thought what?
SHE: Just ... that’s all you’re going to say?
HE: Yes.
SHE: You don’t want me to tell you things.
HE: No.
SHE: You don’t want to know if I’m ...
HE: No. I’m sure you are.
SHE: All right. It’s okay. Good night. Tomorrow ...
HE: Yes. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
SHE: Tomorrow.
Creative Commons Licence On Insomnia and Midnight by David Johnston is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Entry written by Gwendolen Mackeith. Last updated on 9 August 2011.