The city lights created a mosaic against the night. He sipped whiskey and from his ninth storey window stared in at all those well-lit apartments. In rooms and kitchens, behind curtains drawn, he could see the silhouettes of people having their parties: the necks of women thrown back, their mouths agape, laughing their heads off; […]
To tell you the truth, in my work, love is always in opposition to the elements. It creates dilemmas. It brings in suffering. We can’t live with it, and we can’t live without it. You’ll rarely find a happy ending in my work.