I apologize to big questions for small answers.
O Truth, do not pay too much heed
O solemnity, be magnanimous to me.
- Wislawa Szymborska
Under a Certain Little Star

Scene 3. Forty-six storeys below from where Freude stands atop a parapet, an EB is initiating in one of the tower's finer restaurants - a chic place that strangely goes by the name Sodium. (We certainly cannot judge a restaurant by its name, but we still hope none of the attendees suffers from kidney trouble.) In one cozy corner of the restaurant, where two women currently occupy a table for five, the event is emblazoned in silver-dusted letterings posted to a collapsible board: CHARLOTTE's EB. The time is 8:00 pm. The two seated women are Charlotte and Belle, enjoying their tossed green salad and alphabet soup, respectively, not to mention each other's company.

CHA:
Mare, I still can't believe you are soooo cool and not the elitist I pictured you to be. Did you know that your blog at first seemed to be so aristocratic, grabe, it kicks me out everytime I surf around as if it did not want me there, grabe talaga mare, if you don't like me don't kick me, grabeh kah I tell you.
BELLE:
Elitism, my blog unendorses
Kicking, it's only for horses
CHA:
Ayyyyy, how coooool, grabeh ang dramaness mo mare, I wish I could be as poetic as you are, you know I had been into postmodernism ek-ek, though postmodern poetry does not really get to me as much as I wanted to get to it...
BELLE:
Homeland,
Put it on record
I belong to you
CHA:
Aiiiiiiiiiiiii, grabeh, kilig ako mare, though you do not make much sense to me mare, the way you say your poetry makes me so kilig, unlike my boss in the Investments Board, they don't kilig me, they only kill me, let me tell you this mare if you will promise not to divulge, but did you know that the palace is bent on investing in the pyramids?
BELLE:
Book of the dead,
Book of Tut,
You contain
the deadness
of history
CHA: You're mistaken mare, I don't mean the pyramids of Egypt, I mean the pyramids scam, and what Book of Tut are you talking about, I only know about the Book of Tutas, otherwise known as the blue book...
BELLE:
Blue, blue
my world is blue
Blue is my world
when I'm
without you.
CHA: Ay naku mare, kilig talaga ako sa you, you are so creatively poetic, or should I say poetically creative, but, mare, mare, uh, what are you doing, mareeee, what the foood...!!! why are you writing poetry with your, with your, with your... alphabet soup!!!!!

(to be continued, grabeh!!!)