The Rabbit Hole

From gundanasu u zeneize from The Library.

“It’s a bit of an anticlimax,” she said.
“What is? The omlette?”
“No. The omlette is a climax,” she said. “I love the omlette. I’m talking about the election.”
“You really love it?” he asked puffing up like a fugu fish.
“I have been living in a sort of cave, or tunnel and It has blocked out all of the sun for so long that I’m like one of those lizards with no pigment… “
“Salamanders.”
“An anti chameleon.”
”They’re salamanders,” he repeated.
“What?”
”They’re not lizards… not reptiles at all. Amphibians, actually… but you’re right about the pigment.”
”Who the fuck cares if they’re lizards or salamanders? I’m trying to tell you about how I feel about my country.”
“I just thought you’d want to be scientifically accurate… besides, you’re Korean. It’s not really your country… you just landed there because of the war.”
“Fuck you. Fuck you twice…. Who cares more about America than people who CHOSE to live there?”
“I don’t know… I’m Swiss.”
“You’re not… You’re as American as I am.”
“Which isn’t very much, is my point… Neither of us are all American. We are always outside of it… and We have ways to escape when and if the empire falls… we have our JURUSALEM somewhere across the desert… We have a way out.”
“I don’t feel that way… Korea is insane. It’s foreign to me. Switzerland, from what I can see, is maybe even more insane… America has always felt like the last best hope… HOME… and to see it succumb that way… no way out… I’m just saying I felt like pigmentless… what do you call it? ….salamander. Okay? SALAFUCKINGMANDER…. Now I’m scared of the sun….”
“Sun’s no fun when you have no pigment. Ask the swiss yellow lady.”
”Are you trying to piss me off?”
“A little.”
“I don’t know how to feel,” She said and took another bite and spoke with her mouth full, “All I’m saying is this whole election… I was waiting for a real candidate 2008… or I’d given up hope.”
“Keep hope alive,” he said in his best Jessie Jackson voice.
“Yeah,” she rolled her eyes. “All I’m saying is that this whole thing is like fucking you.”
“What now?”
“An anticlimax,” she said.
“You don’t have to be mean.”
“You’re trying my last nerve… and I’m hung over ,” she said.
“We all are,” he said. “We all are.”