ELECTRA:

It’s our dreams. If you get in someone’s dreams they’ve entered your world…  after seeing you naked I’m sure I’ll be having dreams about it—nightmares.

MYLAR:

And it doesn’t hurt your feelings does it?  We laugh after we’re naked.  At least if you’re doing it right.  You’ll always be the punchline for someone’s joke it can’t be helped but when you’re naked you see the joke before the punchline and if you feel and then have felt you know laughter always ends in power.

ELECTRA:

Maybe you just pretend like you don’t give a fuck until you do.

MYLAR:

Ah… it’s all in what you notice.  Nobody knew about gravity til three hundred years ago. But it was always there.

ELECTRA:

I don’t believe in the devil.

MYLAR:

You don’t have to it’s like those dreams you were talking about what haunts us most is when something’s wrong something’s off we don’t like how the pieces of the puzzle come together and nothing trite as saying justice but that feeling you need before you go to bed at night that sense that everything is in order and maybe it’s good we don’t believe maybe it’s good we don’t know because fate gets skewed all the time a phone call missed an important note misplaced until it’s too late or worse something really horrible happens something we can’t forgive we can’t forgive ourselves nor can we expect forgiveness from others those unseen scars wounds which never heal when you get someone to share in that to come into that world before they go to sleep at night it will surely haunt their dreams and when they wake up the next day the worst of it will be forgotten even the horrible shameful things we’re afraid to confess but just as the tense changes what stays is the awful truth if you want to call it that the truth that what you don’t know must be right but someone knows and they invisibly guide the good people who don’t.  It’s the irony of evil really.

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