The client comes into the office. She’s here to talk, and you’re here to listen. You’re sure she talks all the time, to everyone she knows, but it’s never enough. Sure they listen, but they don’t really listen, not really listen. They listen for awhile, and then they talk about themselves. They listen for a minute, then they change the channel, change the topic, you know? Yes, you know.
I have this friend, she lives up in Winchester, she spends every cent on clothes. She wants to spend the summer in Australia, I don’t know, she doesn’t know anybody in Australia, and do I want to go with her? Well sure I’d love to go, I’ve never been to Australia, but two weeks? I mean, what would we do? The beach, the shops, the bars. Alicia took a trip to Australia, she positively loved it. But she went with her boyfriend, so what do you expect? They broke up as soon as they got back, just as soon as they got back. She showed me the pictures. I want to see some places, but I don’t know, Australia? I don’t have anything to wear, and that’s bullshit because I don’t care. But this friend, she’s a maniac about clothes, you know she’ll have everything and I’ll have nothing. She’s not all that cute you know, kind of a big nose, kind of a strange little thing on the side of her face, I don’t know. I like her a lot, but two weeks? We went to the auto show together once, which was ridiculous, but we had kind of a fun time. Mustang. She was talking about getting a Mustang. I don’t remember.
She writes her check, smiles, walks out the door. Why does she come here? She could talk to the Mustang, she could talk to the Australian. She could sit here in an empty room and talk and talk and no one would complain. There is absolutely nothing you can say.
There are fat people who want to be thin, depressed people who want to be happy. They are fat because they want to be thin, depressed because they want to be happy. Or because they want to be fat, want to be depressed.
Well Tom Waits he don’t wanna grow up. He don’t wanna put no money down, don’t wanna get him a big old loan, work them fingers to the bone, fall in love and get married then boom! how the hell did it get here so soon?
If there was revolution would anyone come talk to you about it? Would they wonder out loud about the dangers of taking sides? Would they talk like they were under interrogation, as if they’d been tortured then isolated for three weeks and now they’re shown into your office and they’re ready to talk want to talk? Would they talk in code like gnostics hoping you could interpret and not tell the authorities? Would they try to guess which side you were really on? If the revolution itself came in the door and wanted to talk, would you be able to keep your mouth shut?
When you write it down like that, somebody’s always coming in the room to look at it and you put it away quickly but smoothly, slip it into the bottom drawer like you’re not really hiding anything but just done with some ordinary activity and now you look up expectantly ready for whatever it is they want to say. They want to look at it, that’s why you have it there, so they’ll want to see. It’s just something you write when there’s nobody there. It’s your suicide note, it’s your confession, it’s your last words, it’s nothing really.
There will be no revolution, at least not one you’d be able to recognize. If it’s talking to you now it’s not saying anything.