X: What happens after you die?
Y: God, am I dying?
X: Not you, me. Anybody. What happens after? Then what?
Z: It’s like there’s no after anymore, you enter into an all-at-once-ness kind of situation. And you get to watch over people and stuff.
Y: That’s so creepy. I don’t want to be watched all the time. I mean yeah, watched over is nice, in that you’ve got an angel on your side kind of way, I can do that. But watched?
Z: Angels have eyes.
X: It can’t be all the time, you don’t become big brother, right? Just, you come in when somebody is thinking about you, they’re like, inviting you in just for that moment. Is that it?
Y: So if I’m on the toilet thinking about my grandma? Or my ex? I don’t know which one is worse, they’re invited? Because I don’t want my ex seeing that, or my grandma! I need my privacy, from ghosts too or whatever. Are they ghosts or something? Because I don’t want them at the party.
X: You think about your grandmother and your ex in the bathroom?
Z: They see you all the time. It’s not like they just see you at certain times, they don’t have time any more, not specific times. It’s all at once. There’s no sooner or later or before or after. Everything is now for them. I guarantee your grandma has watched you everywhere and is watching you now. Right now. Watching you.
Y: You are sick and I hate you. Why? Why? My grandma? No. That’s just, no. I swear to god when I die that’s it, we’re done. I’m not watching over you. I’m not looking your way not for any reason. Never.
Z: You’ll see.
