Infinity
(He sits down with his gaze fixed upwards. She looks at him from a distance and approaches slowly.)
She: What are you looking at?
(He keeps looking up.)
He: I’m waiting.
She: What for?
(Still looking, he relaxes back, supporting the weight of his body on his arms.)
He: To be perfectly honest with you I’m not entirely sure. I have this feeling that this moment is *precisely* when I should look upwards.
(She sits down next to him and looks upward.)
She: Do you know why?
He: I’m really not sure. It just feels like the right thing to do. But I don’t expect that to make much sense to you. You probably think I’m bonkers.
She: I don’t really understand, but sitting here with you I notice that this is the first time in a while that I’m looking up.
(They continue looking.)
He: What do you see?
She: I’m not sure yet. I see specific objects, like the clouds, the sky, a few birds and all that, but I don’t understand yet what am I actually seeing.
He: Perhaps there’s nothing to see.
She: That could be. But as I keep looking, I can’t shake off this feeling that there is *something* out…