You’re late again.
What are you doing here, anyway?
I thought I was helping people.
Are you sure? Isn’t that just you looking for distraction?
I work. Surely it isn’t the thing I have always wanted but somehow I’ll make it work.
You’re bleeding and you ignore it.
Then what would you have me do? I’m out of option. Everything I choose seems wrong. Everything I’ve achieved seems little. Everything I do is damned and now you’re quipping me?
So, those papers, books, archives you’ve been looking and reading, that’s all for nothing?
Right, I choose to fool around while not working.
Fool around and yet your mind is still there attending lectures.
No thanks. I’ll be off in a sec.