29 ~ run away to mars - talk
' three, two, one, i miss you / i'm sorry, i got issues / what if i run away to mars? / would you find me in the stars? / would you miss me in the end if i run out of oxygen? / when i run away to Mars '
Swanny’s five year relationship ends on a beautiful night in Australia. There is a gorgeous sunset, Jimmy’s leaning on the railing of his hotel room’s Juliet balcony, the doors are open and a soft breeze is combing through his hair. It’s a picturesque romantic scene, almost a Shakespearean romantic scene, the kind that’s in all of the romantic comedies Jimmy watches. Only it’s the other kind of Shakespearean; the kind where,even though Swanny tried to hold on with all his might he couldn’t quite put the pieces back together and he can’t stay - a tragedy.
Jimmy doesn’t even look at him. Jimmy just stares at the sunset. It’s not one of those romantic sunsets, the ones whose colours and beauty inspire you with awe at how incredible life is. It’s one of those sunsets at the end of sad movies, the ones that remind you that everything ends, that the sun’s warmth cannot stay with you forever, the ones that leave you cold and alone.
What Swanny wants to say in this moment is: ‘I need a break, just some time to figure out who I am when I’m not a professional cricketer’. What Swanny actually says is:
He doesn’t even say it looking at Jimmy. He doesn’t even say it loudly. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying.
What Swanny expects Jimmy to say in response is: ‘please don’t say that, I love you so much, I’m willing to give you all the space you need as long as you’ll promise to come back to me’. What Jimmy does say in response to this is:
Jimmy’s not even looking at Swanny. He doesn’t even say it loudly. He knows what he’s saying.
And just like that it is over.
The punchline has been delivered and the joke can’t be strung out any longer. The house lights have come up and Swanny is stuck staring at his audience of one and wondering how he ended up here. There is no music to carry him off the stage, no standing ovation. He’d at least expected an encore. There isn’t one. He leaves in silence. His last look at Jimmy is not one filled with laughter, love or understanding. It isn’t one filled with tears, heartbreak or longing. Jimmy continues to stare at the setting sun on his balcony. Swanny never sees Jimmy’s eyes filled with mirth or love again. He just leaves. He gets into the taxi. It’s over.
When a joke ends and nobody is laughing, it’s called dying.