ARTIST: "Are you mute?"

A clattering noise, like someone clearing away coffee mugs.

AMORPHOUS FORM: "No"

ARTIST: "You're English?"

AMORPHOUS FORM: "I'm English because you're English"

ARTIST: "I'm a woman also, you don't look much like a woman"

AMORPHOUS FORM: "Neither does a string of beads"

ARTIST: "You're wearing beads"

AMORPHOUS FORM: "No"

The sound of stones being turned over and over on Brighton Beach.

ARTIST: "You are, I'm looking right at them, they're orange"

AMORPHOUS FORM: "No"

The sound of an overgrown passion flower being pruned one autumn morning.

ARTIST: "You're always alone"

AMORPHOUS FORM: "Of course, because I am an assemblage and not a gathering"

ARTIST: "But you are a collection"

AMORPHOUS FORM: "Yes"

The sound of a bird's wings flapping, an egg breaking, the ringing of an old fashioned telephone, fingers tapping and pages turning.

ARTIST: "Aren't you lonely?"

AMORPHOUS FORM: "I'm not alone, you are here. When you're not here there will be someone else, and together we may be old, or deaf, or criminal, or a Hindu.

ARTIST: "You're none of those things to me"

AMORPHOUS FORM: "Not now but some other time, some other time I'll be different"

ARTIST: "Until another time then"
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AMORPHOUS FORM: "Yes"