Queue Book

- Hey!
- Hey yourself.
- What're you doing?
- Not much, right now I'm stuck on this book I've been reading. Can't get it out of my head.
- Any good?
- With the window open up there you can hear everything.
- Yeah, it's my favorite song.
- Yes, very good but not quite sure why.
- Okayyyy...
- Well, it's just a bunch of people waiting in line and talking and stuff.
- ... and?
- Naw, that's it. No narrator or any structure. No paragraphs or chapters and you have to guess at the settings - oh and sometimes you are not sure who is talking to whom.
- The sparkle in your eyes keeps me alive - and the sparkle in your eyes keeps me alive, keeps me alive.
- And it's good? Sounds kinda weird.
- That's just it, it's not! Think of it as 'A day in the life of' but instead of it being about any one person it's about a line, a queue if you will.
- Rüdiger, come here!
- But mom!
- But mom nothing!
- I always pronounce it in French... even if the whole thing is in English.
- I was just about to say that.
- And the world - the world turns around - and the world and the world - the world drags me down.
- Anyway, I might give it a whirl.
- Do it, I think Sorokin might have been drugged up or dying or something while writing it.
- Hey baby.
- Piss off asshole!
- Geez, can't even say anything to anyone these days.
- Wanna get out of here? Maybe get a coffee and buy that book?
- Deal!
- ... Sanctuaryyy.