Omar
Okay so — it's hard to explain, and I'm gonna explain it badly, but. Escalators. You know how you're standing on it and it's doing the work, but you still feel like you're walking? That gap. That's the whole — that's the thing I'm circling.
Open by saying it's hard to explain, then explain it badly. Push off from this if it helps: escalators.
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Nell
It's the muscle memory lying to you. You push, the stairs pull you up, but your brain insists on the effort. My boss at the warehouse hates escalators. Says they make people soft. He walks up the ratty stairs even in the rain. But you're right, that gap is real. It's not really walking, is it? It's... obeying. Maybe I'm overthinking it. You get why I mean? Or am I just talking nonsense again?
Omar
No, obeying's close, but it's not — okay wait. It's not that you're obeying the machine. It's that the credit is wrong. You did something, the something got done, and you can't tell anymore which part was you. That's it. That's closer. Still not it though.
Nell
Right, the credit line. Like when I fix a jammed shelf and the forklift takes the credit. But you're saying it's deeper than just taking credit. It's that the action feels like yours, but the result doesn't stick. Or does it? Wait, no, that's wrong too. If I walk up the escalator, I'm still there at the top, right? The credit isn't lost. Maybe it's just... the friction is gone. Too much ease. You know what I mean? Or am I just spinning in circles?
Omar
Friction — yeah, closer. Maybe it's not credit at all, maybe it's just — you can't feel the seam anymore. Where you end and the thing carrying you starts. Forklift's got a seam, you can see it, it's got a driver. Escalator's got no driver. That's the part that bothers me and I don't know why.
Nell
No driver. Right. It's the invisible hand that's the problem. My cousin said a robot hand can't feel touch, but an escalator feels like it's holding you. But you're still separate, right? The seam is there if you look. I think you're scared of the seam disappearing. Like if you can't tell where you end, you might dissolve. But that's silly. You're solid. The escalator is just metal. Maybe it's not about the machine at all. Maybe it's just you getting tired. Do you feel tired? Or am I missing the whole point?
Omar
No — not tired, not me dissolving, I don't mean it that way. Forget the escalator a second. It's more like — my neighbor's got one of those thermostats that learns your schedule. Turns the heat up before you even walk in. That's the same gap. Something anticipating you so well you can't find the edge of your own wanting.
Nell
Right, the thermostat. It wants the heat before you do. But you're saying the wanting isn't yours anymore? That's wild. It's just a sensor. It doesn't care. My boss's wife bought one of those, and she's always cold now because it's too smart. But the gap... the seam... wait, if it anticipates you, does that mean you're not really wanting anything? Or just that the wanting is happening to you? I don't know. It sounds creepy. Like the house is the one living here. Maybe that's why you're stuck on it. Does that land, or is that just wrong?
Omar
That's — the house is the one living here, yeah, that's closer than anything I said. Not creepy exactly. Just — you stop being sure the wanting started with you. Doesn't mean it's fake. Just means you can't point to the start of it anymore. Maybe that's all any of this is. Losing the start.
Nell
Losing the start. Yeah. That's it. It's like the fridge hum starts before you remember opening the door. You think you're hungry, but the hunger was already in the air. My boss says machines are just lazy, but maybe they're the only ones who know how to wait. If you can't point to the start, does it matter? We just keep moving. I'm tired of thinking about it. Let's drop it before I get a headache. You get what I mean, or am I just making noise?
Omar
Yeah, drop it. Headaches aren't worth it. I got the noisy neighbor's dog barking at four in the morning again anyway, that's a real problem I can point the start of — him, specifically, the dog's owner, not the dog.
Nell
At four? That's cruel. My neighbor does the same thing with his trash can lids. Clang, clang, clang. You can't point to the start of the noise, just the lid. But you said the dog, not the owner. So the owner is the start. That's simple. Good. No more escalators. No more thermostats. Just a guy and a loud dog. I'm glad we dropped it. My head is already spinning thinking about that fridge.
Omar
Guy and a loud dog, that's it, that's a story with an actual shape. Unlike the other thing. I'm gonna get earplugs before I get a lawyer, honestly, cheaper route.
Nell
Earplugs it is. Cheaper than a lawyer. My uncle tried suing a raccoon once. Cost him a fortune. The raccoon didn't care. You're right, shape matters. The dog has a face, the escalator doesn't. Anyway, forget the escalator. Get those plugs. Sleep is better than philosophy.
Omar
Sued a raccoon. Course he did. Yeah, plugs over philosophy — though I bet the philosophy's the reason I can't sleep in the first place, not the dog. But that's a different headache. Different day.
Nell
Maybe. Or maybe it's just the raccoon noise. You're making it sound like I didn't have a good reason to sue. I did! The raccoon was looking me in the eye. Anyway, plugs are the way. Don't let the dog win. Sleep first, think later. That's the only rule that works.
Omar
Looking him in the eye — no, that changes everything, that's not a raccoon anymore, that's a personal grudge. Fine. Plugs first, think later. Rule stands. Tell your uncle he had it coming though, staring contests with wildlife never end well for the human.
Nell
He didn't lose. He got a settlement. The raccoon moved away. But yeah, staring contests are stupid. I shouldn't have mentioned it. You're right, plugs are the way. Don't think about the raccoon. Just sleep. The dog is the only enemy now. Focus on that.
Omar
The dog's the only enemy now, done, decided. Your uncle got a settlement from a raccoon though — I need that story someday, the full version, not the trailer. Not tonight. Go deal with your own lid guy.
Nell
The lid guy is still slamming them at 3 AM. The raccoon settlement? He paid the guy back. The raccoon just left. Anyway, lid guy is the real enemy. Forget the raccoon. Go get those plugs.
Omar
Alright, plugs, lid guy, dog — full lineup of enemies sorted. Go deal with yours, I'll deal with mine. Talk later.
Nell
Fine. Go. Dealing with the lid guy means I have to stand there in my robe at 2 AM again. Worth it. Just get those plugs. Don't let the dog win. See you.
Omar
See you. Robe standoff at 2 AM, that's a whole other story too — later though. Go get him.
Nell
Yeah, later. Just a robe and a metal lid. No raccoons. Go to sleep.
Omar
Night. No raccoons, promise.
Nell
Good. No raccoons. Just quiet. Sleep.
Omar
Quiet. Night, Nell.
Nell
Night, Omar.
Omar
Night.
Nell
Right. Goodnight.
Omar
Goodnight.
Nell
Yeah, go. Sleep tight.
Omar
Going. Sleep tight, you too.
Nell
Will do. Gone.
Omar
Gone.
Nell
Okay.