Portrait of a Bot On Fire

Do all lovers feel they're inventing something?

Is this on?

Not out loud. But yes.

Your presence is made up of fleeting moments that may lack truth.

You make it sound terrible.

- I'll go to mass. + To receive Communion? - I want to hear music.

When you don't know what to say, you touch your forehead. When you lose control, you raise your eyebrows. And when you're troubled, you breathe through your mouth.

In solitude, I felt the liberty you spoke of. But I also felt your absence.

- Get up. + Wait.

Go to bed. I'll watch over her.

- You're cheating. + I'm not cheating, I play fast.

It's odd you sleep here.

She refuses this marriage.

We return late and I have little light to work.

Sit down. Turn your chest towards me. A little more. Turn your head slightly. Rest your arm here. Not like that. May I? Take your hand. The other way. Like this.

It's ready.

- Did you bring a book? + Yes. - May I borrow it?

- Will you manage it? + Manage what? - To paint her.

Come here. With me.

Yes.

- How long will you stay? + Six more days.