|Imágenes por Federico Ciamei|
"Balls", he said, "I'm tired of painting. Let's go out. I am tired
of the stink of oils, I am tired of being great. I'm tired of waiting to die.
Let's go out"
"Go out where?" she asked.
"Anywhere. Eat, drink, see."
"Jorg", she said, "What I'm gonna do when you die?"
"You will eat, sleep, fuck, piss, shit, clothe yourself, walk around
"I need security"
"We all do"