I mean it’s kind of beautiful, right? If you think about it? The fact that just because someone dies, just because you can’t see them or talk to them anymore… it doesn’t mean they’re not still in the painting. I think maybe that’s the point of the whole thing. There’s no dying. There’s no you or me or them, it’s just us. And this sloppy, wild, colorful, magical thing that has no beginning, it has no end, it’s right here. I think it’s us.
It would break my heart if you didn’t want to be on camera because you don’t realise how beautiful you are.Dad, stop. I just don’t see myself the way you see me, and no one else sees me that way either. So you saying it all the time, it just hurts. Dad, I need you to stop, ok? Ok.