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Tim woke up with the sun that morning. He walked out of the bedroom and saw that Celine was already awake, making coffee.
He had been at the farm for a little over a month.
When Celine saw him she said hi and asked if he’d slept well. He walked up to her and kissed her lips. It felt good and natural; something that was meant to be the first thing you did in your day, every day.
“I don’t like waking up without you,” Tim said.
“Your sleep looked amazing, I didn’t want to damage it.”
“It’s just sleep. You’re better.”
“Sleep is precious, it’s never just sleep. It crept up on you last night, real quick. You fell asleep mid-sentence. That’s some professional sleep right there. That’s precious and not to be messed with. I made coffee.”
She handed him a cup and he took a sip, carefully.
“That’s not regular coffee, that’s super coffee,” Tim said.
“My coffee is always super coffee,” Celine said, “by the way I decided pancakes for breakfast and also I decided that you were making them.”
Tim smiled, kissed Celine again and went to the fridge to take some eggs out. He made the pancakes. They ate their breakfast in silence, sharing an occasional smile. When they were done they went to sit on the porch, looking out at the wheat field spread out before them, licked into a golden glow by the sun’s early morning rays, and shared a cigarette and then another. Eventually Celine said Let’s get to it, and they did. They worked all day, taking a break only at one in the afternoon, eating sandwiches Tim had prepared because he was really good at sandwiches.
Evening came crawling on the world. This was to be the last one they spent together, and they both knew it.
Tim prepared supper. They ate together, cleaned the dishes and sat on the porch afterwards, rolling and smoking cigarettes. They wanted the hours to stretch, the night to bleed into tomorrow and never end. But time, they knew, would not bend for them.
“This was a good month,” Celine said.
“It was,” Said Tim.
“My husband will be back tomorrow…”
“I know. You were very clear. It’s okay.”
“I will miss you, Tim.”
“It was a good month.”
They smoked together until the sky filled with stars, exchanging few words. It was comfortable.
“What were you looking for, when you came here a month ago?” Celine asked, eventually.
Tim, silent for a bit, thought about the question . “A while back I decided I needed to change things in my life.” He said, “I decided I would look for amazing and impossible things. I came here because I was hoping I would find something like that.”
“Those are good things to look for,” Celine said.
“And? What did you find?” Celine asked.
“What do you think?” Tim said.
They kissed. For a long time all that could be heard on that porch were the songs of crickets and the sound their lips made dancing together.
Celine took Tim’s hand and led him to the bedroom where they slept together one last time, whispering soft words, quiet kindnesses.
On the edge of sleep, Tim asked Celine: “You said earlier that I fell asleep mid-sentence last night, you remember? This morning you said that.”
“Yeah,” said Celine.
“What was the sentence I started?” Tim asked.
“You were asking me a question, something personal. It was nice of you to ask.”
“What was the question?”
“I don’t want to tell you, I want to keep it for me,” Celine said, “anyways I don’t have an answer to your question so it doesn’t matter.” She paused for a while and added: “But it’s fun to think about.”
Shortly after that, she fell asleep with her arms around him. He was already deep in dreams by then.
She woke up with the sun the following morning. Tim was gone.
End of part 2
Tim woke up at 7 AM for exactly 6 seconds. That is how long it took for him to murder his alarm clock against the bedroom wall opposite his bed. He promptly fell back asleep and remained this way until his stomach shook him awake for food, a couple of minutes shy of 1 PM. He should have dressed in a panic, omit brushing his teeth hoping coffee would camouflage his bad breath (fyi to people who do that: it does not work, please stop) and run out of the house towards the office, but he did not. He put on clean underwear and proceeded to the kitchen to prepare two stomach’s worth of eggs and toasts and a tall glass of orange juice – extra pulp like he liked it. Done eating, he finished getting dressed, brushed his teeth and left the house, a full five hours behind schedule.
He knew the way to work very well for having walked it five days a week for the last ten years, but today he did not follow it. It was a sunny day so today he went to the park. It was a big park and it was mostly empty because there are buildings everywhere outside the park, and those buildings are filled with offices and these offices are cluttered with cubicles and on week days those cubicles eat people, which leaves parks pretty much people-less.
Tim sat alone on a bench. It was nice to feel the breeze carress his face. It was not a pushy breeze, it was a shy one, which is the perfect type of breeze to feel on your face. The sun shone, its heat traveled across outer space, broke through all the different layers of the sky and came to rest onto his face. That heat that comes from outer space, Tim thought, is very comfortable. It is second only to campfire heat, which is the very best heat.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and took it out. The digital screen said he had missed 15 calls so far today, and that there was an incoming call from work. Tim hesitated. Finally he accepted the call and took the phone to his ear.
“Hello?” Tim said.
“Tim, finally!” a voice said, “Where are you? Are you okay?”
“I’m in the park; about five minutes walk from my place, the one we were at with Joyce when she said the thing about the dog.”
“The thing, you remember? How she wanted to take her dog to a dog shrink, he didn’t touch his food much and seemed depressed and she wanted to take him to the dog shrink. You asked if there was a tiny couch for the dog to lie on.”
“I remember the dog thing, Tim, I’m asking what as in what are you talking about, we have a presentation in like fifteen fucking minutes.”
Tim felt a little bad about that, truth be told.
“The powerpoint is ready, it’s in a folder named “presentation” on my desktop. It’s all ready, it’s good, but I won’t be there. It’s just you.” There was a little pause. “I’m sorry” Tim added.
“What the fuck, Tim?” the voice said.
“I don’t know what to tell you, I’m not coming” Tim said.
“Jesus Christ,” the voice said, “fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“No, you’re not hearing me,” Tim said, “I don’t think I’m coming back. I’m not coming back to work.”
There was silence for a long time. Finally the voice said: “Okay… Okay, what are you going to do, Tim?”
Tim thought about that for a moment, and said: “Amazing things. Or impossible things. Amazing and / or impossible things. Every damn day.”
End of part one.
Did you know?
It is, it’s unbelievable. This Friday sees a celebration of all the great things that cinema can do, so I’m going to briefly guide you through it. Click in the film title to see a trailer.
We have a beautiful little drama in the shape of Destin Cretton’s Short Term 12 coming out. This is one I have not seen yet but word from SXSW was extremely positive and I will definitely see it.
We have Edgar Wright’s The world’s end for a good dose of comedy and sci-fi fisticuffs. everybody is raving about this one and, having seen it, I can say it deserves every praise.
We have a fantastic horror movie, too: Adam Wingard’s You’re next. This movie is an absolute blast. No horror fan should miss it.
Finally, how about a kick-ass, beautifully shot kung-fu film from master-filmmaker Wong Kar Wai? The Grandmaster comes out on limited release this Friday as well. I haven’t seen it so I can’t vouch for it, but it looks gorgeous and super bad ass.
August 23rd 2013: The best movie day of the year.
Elmore Leonard has passed away. What a tremendous loss. He was my absolute favorite author.
Gallerie 1988 is doing an official Edgar Wright Art Show. This is one of the pieces that will be presented. It’s awesome. Enjoy spotting characters from Spaced, Hot Fuzz and The World’s End, as well as Scott Pilgrim and his friends. I want this thing on my wall… The artist who did this great piece goes by the moniker “100% soft”. Great job, sir!