Imagine if one day I was to call you out of the blue. It's been a while and you were not expecting it but you're glad I called. And so am I. We meet at Primrose Hill and have a picnic. I bring rum and coke and oh yes cigarettes. We both forget to bring food so we sit and eat a chocolate bar I have in my bag and smoke. Do you smoke? Yes - what cigarettes? We share our cigarettes. I prefer yours to mine. No - well you don’t like smoking but you say you don’t mind if I do. And you smile. We sit on the grass and listen to Bloc Party on my iPod. And talk for hours. We end up staying there until 4 in the morning. I have no money for a cab home and you live around the corner so you let me stay in your flat. You give me an old t-shirt to wear and we both sleep on top of the covers. I don’t want to go to sleep, I just want to talk to you. I leave before you wake up because I have to go to work so I take your t-shirt so I have an excuse to see you again…
The next day you call me to say that your going to Manchester for your friend’s birthday. Do you have a friend in Manchester? (No - where outside London?) Yes - you ask if I want to go. Of course I do. You book the tickets and we get the train. On the journey we drink wine and talk about our childhoods. We spend the evening talking and you laugh at how much more of a northerner I become after a few drinks. In the morning we go to a tiny little café at the end of the street. We drink coffee and write stories on napkins which we leave on the table for the waitress. On the journey back we’re chatting away and then you brush the hair away from my eyes and kiss me. We stop and look. In this moment nothing else matters…
It’s been 4 years 2 months and 10 days, it’s now 11th June 2012 and I’m 26. How old are you? I tell you I really want to move to South America to travel and I ask if you want to come with me? We stay in my friend Felipe’s house in Chile. We dance on the beach, we draw pictures of everything we see, write postcards we forget to send, try to speak Spanish, badly of course, (yours is always better than mine) and we meet random people.
One night you say that you are bored of me and have met someone else. Her name is Julia, she’s older and excites you and you're going back to England with her. I will always remember the look on your face when you told me…
About Larry
- larry's goodbye
- Larry’s Goodbye is a collaboration of artists Lauren Hart and Zita Zutic. The work they create is somewhere between theatre, live art, installation and intervention. If they could they would rather have it not classed as any of those. They like to play in spaces that are not designed for performance (bars, parks, boats, people’s homes and their beds) and they like their audience to work hard. So far, those who have seen Larry in action, have been asked to give away their secrets, make friends with strangers and dance with the lights off. We think that experiencing a genuine moment should always take precedent over ‘seeing a show’.
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