LAST DAYS III. Section F: Journey to the End of Night Comic Book Store

“Well, our project sort of unravelled and came to a halt...”

“Tom, what sort of talk is this? Don’t tell him that. Losers talk like this when they’re whipped sitting behind a beer in the last bar they’ve finally found that won’t throw them out: it’s over, it unravelled. Projects don’t unravel, Tom. Relationships unravel, plots unravel, the eco-system and the hangman’s noose unravel, but projects just pass behind some sort of excuse or delay and either emerge out the other side or are never heard from again. It’s better that way. No one goes looking for the lost graveyard of failed pilots, nobody’s at home with a framed picture of it hoping it will come back in the door. Our project didn’t unravel. It’s like the moon landing, no one can really say whether it happened or not. Listen to you: ‘the project’s dead’ Who talks like this? It’s indecent to talk like this: ‘How’s the baby?’ ‘it dead’ or ‘it fuckin’ dead’ -who says this? Nobody who uses valet parking, that’s for sure. What sort of sick person calls another person on the phone about love, or sex or anything and says: ‘It’s over.” We don’t say ‘it’s over’. We say: ‘I’ll call you’ or even ‘I will definitely call you’ -This is all about being an adult.”