Scampi: Well, your hands are in good condition.
Peter: As is the top of your head.
Scampi: Yes. And a bowl of tangerines by the window.
Peter: A green bowl.
Scampi: Sea green.
Peter: The light perhaps hurts my eyes.
Scampi: You should perhaps get your eyes checked.
Scampi: I dreamed of open water.
Peter: I dreamed of a coastal village.
Scampi: The fishermen are mending their nets.
Scampi: You look flushed.
Scampi: And yet your hands are very pale.
Peter: Not very pale.
Scampi: White. Like the bleached bones of sardines.
Peter: My hands are white.
Scampi: The sea off the coast is green. Green as a bowl of tangerines.
Scampi: Fruit ripens in the sun.
Peter: By the window?
Scampi: And one day we ourselves become dust.
Scampi: Pale bones.
Peter: Including the top of your head.
Scampi: Your hands.
Peter: The tangerines.
Scampi: The light in the window and the bowl and the sea?
Peter: The sea contains dust.
Scampi: Silt. S’il te plait.
Peter: Also, crustaceans.
Scampi: Of course, at night the water’s black.
Scampi: Can you do me a favour?
Peter: Such a thing may be within my powers.
Scampi: Next time, light a fire on the beach.
Peter: What beach?
Scampi: Of the village.
Peter: To what end?
Scampi: Just curious.
Scampi: I want to know how far I am from shore.