people have tagged this as life imitates art, and I need you to understand that no, I saw this picture of my friend falling off the got dang swing and thought it represented human hubris so well that i went into a made haze of acrylic paint and when I awoke I was holding this finished canvas.
I’d like to talk with you. I mean I’d like to… really talk with you. I mean we’re talking right now, but you know.. I don’t know… I don’t feel like I can be….I don’t feel like I can be close to you. I mean we’re close, right now we’re close, I mean, you know…
How close? I mean….
I don’t know. Whatever.
What? What do I mean to you?
What do you mean to me? Mike, you’re my best friend.
I know man, I know— I know I’m your friend. We’re good friends. It’s good to be, you know, good friends. That’s a good thing.
So…?
So I just…..
That’s okay. We can be friends.
I only have sex with a guy for money.
Yeah… I know. MyOwnPrivateIdaho (1991), dir. Gus Van Sant