- I'm perfect for her - tall and slender, amazing view. And the view is reasonably important once it becomes the last thing you see before the resolution. What else can replace that feeling of impowerment mixed with frailty when you see the world unveiling at your feet, industrial scapes breathing the fields around, the ravens patiently waiting for their due. It's the world at its most affectionate. And she will embrace it as it is. With no more improvements to be made.
- Are you serious? There's no way she would choose you. She prefers things clean. She doesn't like to bother anyone. Plus, water will sooth her, give her pleasure, take her on a trip, make her try new moves before the resolution. She will finally enjoy the taste of relinquishment. Slowly. As she used to do with wine and french truffles.
- I'm telling you, flying versus floating - pretty obvious choice, dude.
- Well, I provide both :)
- Hmm. Caught me there. But you're forgetting something. If she chooses me, there's artwork left behind. In vivid colours.
- Street Art. [...]
I can't believe it. This is getting hilarious. I mean, I feel kind of guilty talking like this. It's disrespectful. She might be listening.
- Don't worry. She has a sense of humour. Especially in times like these.
- Well anyway, I don't think it's the kind of art she wants to be remembered for. She does appreciate the varied ways of self-expression available out there. I know that. But she herself would not choose shock-art as a final act of creation. I believe she would find it distasteful.
- So, even death is subject to aesthetics.
