KRISTA: What is it about society that disappoints you so much?
ELLIOT: Oh, I don’t know, is it that we collectively thought Steve Jobs was a great man even when we knew he made billions off the backs of children? (Apple factory in Shenzhen)
His eyes shift to the glass framed Tour De France poster hanging on the wall featuring Lance Armstrong
ELLIOT: Or maybe it’s that it feels like all our heroes are counterfeit, the world itself just one big hoax.
His eyes refocus on the reflection of the glass frame, seeing that Krista’s browser from her laptop is on Twitter.
ELLIOT: Spamming each other with our running commentary of bullshit masquerading as insight, our social media faking as intimacy.
Krista still eyes Elliot, waiting for him to respond. He returns his stare back at her, noticing the “I voted” sticker her on her blouse.
ELLIOT: Or is it that we voted for this? Not with our rigged elections
His eyes now notice the expensive accessories of Krista. Her earrings, watch, shoes, her Hunger Games book on her desk.
ELLIOT: But with our things, our property, our money. But I’m not saying anything new. We all know why we do this. Not because earrings or the Hunger Games books makes us happier.
ELLIOT: But because we want to be sedated. Because it’s painful not to pretend.