You missed me?
I did not.
With so many ATL references that one cannot not miss, liar!
Such a lousy user of words. ATL?
Above the line. It’s a marketing and advertising term.
You market and advertise yourself?
Subconsciously. Step by step. Person by person. With already marketed references of glamorous impact.
That’s BTL.
Whatever. It’s an indirect way for deep impact.
How?
Books. Tolstoy. Activism. Snowden. Harsh truths. Arundhati Roy. Asma Jahangir. Conscientious objector. Like no one. Tyler Durden. To give mayhem a chance. So, I may narrate. The narrator. Songs. Hey you! Out there on your own, sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
I would never touch you.
Those were lyrics. Touch is suffocating. More disgusting than interruption. What was I saying? Yes. And Messi. You know, the most beautiful thing about Messi is that he doesn’t know he’s Messi. Like Cillian Murphy. But Cillian Murphy is nothing on my list of the list. Anyway, once bitten, never forgets.
Let me be honest. You write beautiful words as if they are divinely revealed on you, yet you are so shameless and disgraceful. You are without an iota of sense of what happens afterwards.
I’m just the messenger.
Ok messenger! Do they know that you have already written the scripture. Why don’t you reveal it to the world.
That was for you.
Take it back.
Then I have to burn it.
I don’t care because your words are a scripture of hypocrisy.
You may publish those later in life like the letters to Milena or the letters to Salome.
So that hardheartedness can be published and propagated?
Would be a magnum opus.
As if the followers are waiting for the magnum opus.
Subconsciously, yes.
Fantasies. What about the practical implementation of the magnum opus?
Up to the believers.
Shameless!
Indifferent.
Ridiculous. How miserable you are when you speak.
I’m just the…
You are a false…
You missed me.
