I know this is not the subject of our meeting,
but do you know where your son is right now?
I assume he's in class.
He walked out of school this morning and hasn't come back.
I may be crazy, but I am not that crazy.
People free solo it all the time.
People who climb things,
people who climb rocks...
which is a ridiculous thing to do
if you aren't being chased by something.
It's for beginners.
I used to climb it with my brothers when we were kids.
Take this, clip it on.
Put it on your hands, like this.
Or you'll slip.
Come on, are you a man or not?
Most definitely not.
I grant you that, no question.
I don't like heights.
It's an easy climb.
All the answers you seek are at the top of the cliff.
The drag of your hand across my chest
Sparks a blaze my lips cannot extinguish
You, stubborn inferno.
You drive fast, and damn the red lights for slowing you down.
You see my veins shake at your first touch,
the power to move my blood on your own accord.
The definition of heart.
And after the stick shift jerk,
I beg my skin to do tricks,
like forget how good it feels to lose control
between the burning house
of your hands.
Yes, thank you.
I want to write like you.
Seriously, can you teach me?
You make people feel the things you're feeling.
I want to be able to do that.
A couple of hours a couple of nights a week.
Chips and salsa on me.
"Stephie Moore is mean.
"She so stupid."
I was in third grade!
Don't get what my grade school diaries have to do with anything.
First, there's a bunch of gifted child drama
I won't even begin to get into.
The main thing is, you have to tell the truth in poetry.
- But-- - No buts.
Ex nihilo nihil fit.
"Out of nothing comes nothing."
I just don't like it when people read my... things.
Every poem you write should be like someone reading your things.
It should be terrifying and incredibly embarrassing.
"How does Amber Holloway have boobs already?"
You're an asshole!
Now try and slow your breath down.
How do I do that?
By breathing slower.
What do I do about my heart,
which is about to explode out of my chest?
You brought your phone on a climb?
No, I brought my phone on a walk.
That's my mom's ring.
Be a good son or plunge to the rocks below.
Yeah. Thanks for the perspective.
It must be possible to swim in the ocean
of the one you love without drowning.
It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.
I keep finding stones tied to my feet.
Sorry, I just...
Just keep going, keep going.
-杰西 我... -怎么了
- Jess, I... - What?
- What? - I...
I-I can't right now.
No, no, it's okay.
Maybe if I helped a little?
杰西 听着 我...
Oh, Jess, come on, look. I just...
Maybe later. I just don't want to right now.
I don't do it for you anymore.
- That's not it. - It has to be.
You don't think I'm pretty anymore.
God, no, Jess.
You're so beautiful.
What's happening to us?
It'll all be fine, okay?
Once these stupid fucking tapes are done.
Can we at least get high?
- You don't even smoke. - Yeah, I do.
We are really freaking high.
Don't think about it.
Chalk your hands if they're sweaty.
I can't really feel my arms.
You gotta shake 'em out, one at a time.
Get the blood moving, all right?
We're getting closer.
you gotta go slow if you want to climb fast.
What? What? I can't see!
I lost a handhold.
Give me a sec, I've got to figure this out.
克雷 克雷 你在吗
Clay! Clay, are you here?
He's not here. He isn't here.
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