Atlas Sound - "Mona Lisa"

With the afternoon sparkling through the leaves, dashed upon the light walls, the two were curled up in the cutest possible position: trying to read the same book at the same time. Impractical, yes, but fucking cute. Platonic does not just mean without sex, it really refers to the transcendent, above the material. "Are you done?" she reads fast, she doesn't hear the words in her head like he does.

Atlas Sound - "Drums & Pissing"

At night, they argue over dinner. "Are you saying you wouldn't love me if I were Hispanic?" "Not at all. Of course I would." "But you're saying you'd have to think about it." "I'm saying my...my intake of you as a person would have to be rebooted, you know?" "Why?" "Because, unfortunately, we live in a society that cultural heritage is a factor in the consumption of a person's personality." "Just 'cause we live in that world doesn't mean you have to play by those rules. I don't see it as a factor at all." "I'm not saying it would change anything, I'm just saying..no, yes I am, of course it would change things..--" "See? This is what I'm saying. You're basically racist." "Whoa. Come on." The waiter comes over, hispanic, "Is everything okay?"

Atlas Sound - "How to Pass the Time"

As they drift off to sleep, their minds go in different ways. She imagines the cold sunday mornings, at church with her family, where she would go afterward and count the collection in a bare white room. Her father wears a tie with stain on it; the stain is bugging her. Meanwhile, he's on a plane, with no windows but also no wind, over some African-looking landscape, where the patterns in the grass make faces and frowns and animal shapes. He's holding a small container of berries, not eating them but squishing them between his fingers. He looks curiously at the stains on his fingers.

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