LARRY: Like it?
ALICE: No.
LARRY: What were you so sad about?
ALICE: Life.
LARRY: What's that then?
Alice laughs.
LARRY: So what do you reckon, in general?
ALICE: You want to talk about art?
LARRY: I know it's vulgar to discuss the work at the opening of the work, but somebody's gotta do it.
LARRY: I'm serious. What do you think?
ALICE: 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.
LARRY: I'm the big fat lie's boyfriend.
ALICE: Bastard!
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ALICE: No.
LARRY: What were you so sad about?
ALICE: Life.
LARRY: What's that then?
Alice laughs.
LARRY: So what do you reckon, in general?
ALICE: You want to talk about art?
LARRY: I know it's vulgar to discuss the work at the opening of the work, but somebody's gotta do it.
LARRY: I'm serious. What do you think?
ALICE: 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.
LARRY: I'm the big fat lie's boyfriend.
ALICE: Bastard!
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