Job: a bit dark here.
J: I like to argue my cities from the beginning.
Job: Where is the beginning?
J: Fuck the beginning, I like to argue my cities from my beginning.
Job: My beginning is that a city is a gathering of people.
J: My beginning is that we live and die.
Job: What happens after our death is uncertain?
J: There are various theories.
Job: The flood will come, but who cares.
J: We are on this world now and we have to cope.
Job: Have you ever tried to make a completely arbitrary sequence of numbers? It is impossible.
J: We need no defence against the arbitrary. The arbitrary is not what it seems
Job. Yeah yeah...heap o'shit.
J; Allright, so what is arbitrary?
Job: I don't know, I tried to tell you, I have never yet come accross it and when I do there is always God.
J: the arbitrary is merely the unexplained. It is uninteresting. I prefer thinking and imagining something, bursting form the plane and so making that plane really weird looking
Job: fuck off, you're boring me
J: you fuck off
Job: here we are then, we have made a city. I am the inside and you ar the outside?
J: fuck off
Job: alright then, that would make it the other way around.
J: anyway, floods just have to be coped with, you need boats, pigeons, animals, a family, bad people