eighteen. voice.
I've been here for well over a year now, and I still don't understand this place.
You know how-- [Pause.] You know those questions people like to ask sometimes, like 'if you could bring one person into the City, who would it be?' I wouldn't bring in anyone I really cared about. Sometimes I think about bringing in people from my old workplace, just so that I can show someone back there that this world exists. Anyone. Even if I don't give a shit about the person in question, which for them I really wouldn't, I'd want them to know. Maybe to make myself less invisible. Less absent.
[Pause.]
But when we return back to our old, significantly more familiar lives, that doesn't quite happen. Our memories are wiped clean. Gone forever. We will never have control over the Porter, and no one we want to arrive will ever arrive because we asked for them to. The-- [A bitter laugh.] --the fucking insanity here, that remains our best kept secret. The poor fucking natives. They'll always know.
[Pause. Then, carefully:]
The very first day I arrived here, I thought I was in Hell.
What about you?
[private to nina sayers:]
Hi. [Pause.] Are you still here?
You know how-- [Pause.] You know those questions people like to ask sometimes, like 'if you could bring one person into the City, who would it be?' I wouldn't bring in anyone I really cared about. Sometimes I think about bringing in people from my old workplace, just so that I can show someone back there that this world exists. Anyone. Even if I don't give a shit about the person in question, which for them I really wouldn't, I'd want them to know. Maybe to make myself less invisible. Less absent.
[Pause.]
But when we return back to our old, significantly more familiar lives, that doesn't quite happen. Our memories are wiped clean. Gone forever. We will never have control over the Porter, and no one we want to arrive will ever arrive because we asked for them to. The-- [A bitter laugh.] --the fucking insanity here, that remains our best kept secret. The poor fucking natives. They'll always know.
[Pause. Then, carefully:]
The very first day I arrived here, I thought I was in Hell.
What about you?
[private to nina sayers:]
Hi. [Pause.] Are you still here?