David Shire - "Theme from The Conversation"

"You hated me most in the mornings." Edmund and Alison, the second marriage. Edmund would often write little three-or-four-line scenes never-had between him and his partners. Today as he walked by old churches and women's shelters, barely able to look above people's knees, let alone in their eyes, he was ravenously replaying memories that never took place. "I'm trying to play team ball and you're just interested in impressing the scouts," he said, in his mind, to Carolyn, the first. And sometimes they would be things never-said to him, "You wear your coolness like a pair of rollerskates. That is to say, you look ridiculous in most everyday places," said Jen, the third, while smoking. Edmund ate lunch and saw the clouds outside, and that was all. All the shops and people, and trams and taxis and intolerable noise and traffic, was gone. He only saw the shreds of the gray clouds, out the window, and thought about the birds. "What are you thinking?" was something he was often asked, after times of elaborate quietude. "What am I thinking?" he would ask the air, hoping that hearing the question, posed from himself, would be easier to answer. And he wanted to answer, anything. Anything you want.

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