It’s 2018, late fall. Two friends meet in an enclave of Central Park known to contain a sonic dead spot, where conversation can’t be overheard. It’s dusk.
M: What? What is it?
K: It’s a forbidden thing. I have tried everything–
M: Nothing is forbidden here, stop worrying.
K: I’m sad. I got so sad today.
M: (Looks around.) Just be real quiet.
K: They can’t hear us here.
K: The feeling was so strong and it would not go away no matter what I did.
M: Did you cry?
K: I did.
M: Did anybody see you?
M: It’s ok. It happened to a woman in my building and was caught on camera and still nothing happened. You’re be ok.
K: It’s been 11 years since my Mom died–
M: Transitioned. There is no death.
K: OK. Since my mom transitioned from being somebody who I could see and hear to somebody I–
M: Yes I get it.
K: She used to tell me it was ok to cry.
M: Alot of people were confused before the revolution. You can still love them.
K: I’m exhausted. I tapped six different combinations and–
M: Do you want to tap now?
K: No. I wanted to confess.
M: We all have illusions of pain but it’s only your ego trying to lure you.
K: Are you sure?
M: What do you mean am I sure? Of course I’m sure.
K: How do we know that? Everybody seems to know that that’s the case but I can’t work out how we know that.
M: Your ego will cause you to question everything. We’re very close to Ego Museum. [Formerly The Met.] Do you want to go?
K: No it’s ok. I feel better. Thank you. Really I do.
M: You sure?
K: I’m sure.
M: Ok good. (looks at device) I’m going to try to make it to a 6 o’clock Clearing class. Give me a hug.
M: Love you honey.