"I'm waiting for a man to come in here and fuck me sideways with a beautiful line like that."
It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful 'cause that's what they want to see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone, but the pictures make the world seem beautiful. So the exhibition's reassuring, which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.
We're in the first flush. It's paradise. All my nasty habits amuse her.
I
'm supposed to say things like that.
Yeah, and?
Lovingly observing, with a telescope.
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