Voice 1: She visited. My house, I mean. She visited my house... thoughtfully.
Voice 2: She could only have understood. Voice 1: Thanks to a photographer. Voice 2: Abnormal awareness. Voice 1: Depictions of reality. Voice 3: Obsession with work. Voice 2: Nothing can happen. Voice 1: A pleasing woman. Voice 2: Wonderful. Voice 3: In bursts. Voice 2: A blood supply. Voice 1: Photos mainly watching. Voice 3: As full as reality. Voice 2: We choose. Voice 1: So productive. [Long pause] Vacant. Voice 3: And made clear. Voice 1: That rural story. Voice 3: Still visible into the daylight. Voice 2: In a sense. Voice 1: It forced him. Voice 3: Words which would have been hell. Voice 2: Men included. Voice 1: Turned back. Voice 2: So what am I? Voice 1: Watching other life. Voice 3: I nodded. Voice 1: He distinguishes intense communication Voice 2: I have apprehended this. I think this Voice 3: All is lost Voice 2: Order the knowledge Voice 3: Knowledge of copies. Ripped out. Voice 2: Destroyed in places. Voice 1: Silent announcements Voice 2: A vacant time. Voice 3: Inarticulate anecdotes. Voice 2: Swollen, broken. Voice 1: Hushed reminders. Voice 2: Violence a display of impotence. Voice 1: Offering imaginings. Voice 3: Death is described. Voice 1: Becoming characters. A whole lot of. Voice 2: Attacking. Voice 1: Turned back with words. Voice 3: Complicity... Expression is only part of his thought. Voice 1: Turned back.
