Conversation · Inland Empire

You stop mid-step and put your hand on the garish necktie.

That bottle, bratan! Just look at that bottle!

[Discard thought.]

Okay. Cool. What do I do next?

Oh I think this is about so much more than cool. Please go talk to him. See what it's about. I'm drawn to it.

Where? Bottle? What?

In this drunk's hand -- on the pipe there. Glowing blue, a mysterious, otherworldly blue. Filled to the brim with holy mysteries!

It's hard to know what exactly your vivid interior is speaking of here, but I'm guessing it's got a lot of alcohol in it.

I really don't care about any bottle. I don't want to look at it.

You should care. I'm getting a very special vibe from that bottle. Please go talk to him. I need to look at it closer...