(A is laying on the roof, and B walks up and sits down.)

A: Oh, in my life, I've seen so much. I've seen children with sunken eyes, folded backs, grinding voices, and cracked faces. I've seen animals forced into boxes, put there when they're born without the will to stand up.

B: You haven't seen anything. I've had to run from that box. I escaped, and the horrors it brought be. I am just like an animal.

A: Man, you're wrong. Children, they'll all fit in that box. They've got no force to resist... or even will to resist.

B: You know, you're like me. We're made of more than just clay. I've seen a lot too, and it's just so fucking sad to see these people molded whichever way needed to make them fit.

A: That's the way the world works. They're so impressed with this... this tool of dehumanization. This technology, aiming to produce something like a utopia of empty vessels. To homogenize our culture, to package emotions and synthesize thoughts. That's the way some people want it to be, and there's a damn few of us that don't want to be put in that box.

B: These children... they're the future being force fed, and the thing is, they don't realize they can help themselves. I've seen children walking in their graves.

A: I'll tell you, all the worst tragedies in history are repeated every day in the hearts of those that lived them. What about when those people die? The children will know of the impact these tragedies have, only from textbooks.

B: There's an infinity between you and me, man, an infinity. You can't measure all the space between us, there's always an infinite number of measurments you are physically separated from something by. But you know what I realized? That doesn't matter. You and me, we're one and the same. We've got the same views, we've seen all the same things.

A: Man, I think the way the world is going, the only thing that can save us is art.

B: I know what you mean. Art is the only thing that hasn't yet been corrupted. But there's so little pure art left, it's sickening. Art isn't what it should be anymore.

A: Right. It seems that while everyone else wants to tell you how to feel, art can really influence people to have hope.

B: What is our society? Now people are trying to teach art. They're trying to evaluate the ideas of someone else. Art is being exploited.

A: Man, you're right. You can teach facts and theories, but you can't tell someone how they truly feel within themselves. It's become expression of the mainstream media manifested in the souls of our children, instead of the children expressing themselves.

B: I think once you're in the box, you can't break out. The mentality is that every thought has to be rationalized, explained, and spread to everyone else. But you and I, we haven't fallen into that cycle.

A: Man, let me ask you, what do you think makes us individual from everyone else?

B: I think you can't really add anything to the world anymore. Any ideas that can be thought of have been expressed; any emotions that can be felt have been expressed. People want to perpetuate some kind of progression, but I think the progression of our race should be allowed to happen naturally. And that's why we're different. We've stood outside the boundaries of common thoughts.

A: Yeah, man. When you start compartmentalizing everything, nailing certain things down as the absolute truth, that's exactly the opposite of what we should be doing. And people think that we're going to find that revolution by taking the knowledge that's already in the world and giving it to everybody, hoping that someone will figure out the way to interpret it differently. But the substance is lost; the soul is lost. Facts represent the death of the creativity that spawned them.

(B hangs his head and says being lightly sobbing)

B: Shit, we've seen so much. So much that should have been left intact.

(A gunshot rings out, and B slumps over, dead)

A: I guess... I guess there's no hope now.

(A gets up and walks away)