Experiment 1.1A

Enjoyed with: a cup of tea and The Velvet Underground - What goes on

Like all good things there is a beginning.
A time when other things are brought together in such a profoundly, intimate way…
Moisten your eyeballs and have fun.

One thing, called Tesuon, approaches another, called Suvaal. They know nothing, or rather, next to nothing. As it is, they have no knowledge of themselves or their appropriately shaped surroundings. Strangely, illogically even, they are somehow familiar with it all, forced to be comfortable. And it is conceivably (quite lazily) appropriate that they are both smart enough to speak. And so:

                                                         

( Hey, You look agreeable. Wanna be my friend? )

    V

Tesuon

With no thoughts of consequence and more importantly: without the consequences of thought.

( Yeah… Okay. )

    V

Suvaal

               

Possessing an adequately adjustable amount of knowledge, Tesuon reluctantly continues his crusade into conversation.
Now unfolds his bold attempt at meeting a stranger. Utilizing questions as a key to unlock the answer (If we ever decide what the answer actually is) he speaks:

( So… Uh… Do I call you friend or what? )

     V

 Tesuon

         

With a quiet self-confidence and a raging river of irrepressible (but neatly contained) thoughts and desires, Suvaal engages once more.

                                                       

( I’m not sure. Someone told me that most people just call me Suvaal… )

    V

Suvaal

            

The routine is riveting.

 ( So, what do you like? )

      V

Tesuon

           

             ( Music is cool… )

                V

             Suvaal

                                                        

( Yeah. Totally. I say that because I’m lead to believe so… )

    V

Tesuon

   

         ( Anyway: What do you like? )

           V

        Suvaal

 ( Uhmmm… )

         V

Tesuon

             

This is where a great sadness begins to warble some words. Tesuon feels what might be called an emotion.

 ( Don’t you… uhm…. Don’t you even wanna know my name? )

         V

Tesuon

Suvaal takes a moment, comprehending but not able to shade in. S/He replies in an average tone, taut with temperate misunderstanding.

    ( I didn’t know you had one… )

         V

Suvaal

A frame of silence… makes it more palpable.

  ( Is that supposed to be some kind of a joke or something? )

         V

Tesuon

Suvaal is compelled.

                

    ( I don’t know… What do you think? )
        V

Suvaal

     

They stare in the same direction, unaware of the reality that has been and will be forced upon them.

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