Sweezus and Sartre are at the Gare de Lyon, about to board a fast train to Barcelona.
Sartre has paid for the tickets, including two bike spaces, at ten euros each.
They park the bikes in the bike space, and go to their seats.
Sartre receives a phone call from Simone.
Quoi, ma cherie?
Jean Paul, are you on board already?
Yes I am, waiting to depart.
Look out of the window, mon petit!
He looks out of the window, and sees Simone walking along the platform.
She spots him.
He gets up and goes to the door.
You have forgotten your ipad, says Simone. How would you have blogged your adventure without it?
Merci bien, cherie, says Sartre, taking the ipad.
Bon voyage, says Simone.
Sartre returns to his seat.
What did she want? asks Sweezus.
It seems I forgot this, says Sartre.
Great! says Sweezus. Good on her for bringing it.
Yes, says Sartre. Shall I commence blogging at once?
Why not? says Sweezus. But don't reveal what we're planning.
I shall keep that a secret, says Sartre. I plan to philosophise mainly.
Yeah go ahead then says Sweezus.
Sartre opens the ipad, and stares at the screen.
He starts typing: Existence precedes Essence.
Is that the title? asks Sweezus.
I hope you're not going to watch over my shoulder, says Sartre.
Shit no, says Sweezus. But I need to post a link to your blog for our readers.
Wait till I've finished, says Sartre. But how do you like the title?
Makes you think, says Sweezus.
Thank you, says Sartre.
But.... says Sweezus.
But what? asks Sartre.
Remember to mention the bikes, says Sweezus.
We're on a train! says Sartre.
With our bikes in the bike space, says Sweezus. Our readers need to know that or else they'll turn off.
I see, says Sartre. I shall keep that in mind.
He continues typing.
What do I mean by this title? Let me explain. I am on a fast train to Barcelona. A man, existing, but I could be anyone. The young man beside me for instance. He too exists. And he may have a plan of action which will determine his essence. The same goes for me. But I must not reveal my plan of action. Suffice to say, I have paid ten euros for a bike space. And an additional ten euros for his bike space as well.
Sweezus, unable to help himself, has been reading what Sartre has written.
He's not sure he likes what the financial revelation reveals of his essence.