" I can't just give it away like that, Samantha. I wanted to leave it open...to interpretation." He smiles slightly at the word "interpretation," recalling perhaps key moments in his own genius.
"You need to tell me what you did. You need to tell me exactly."
"Do I?"
He's pissed now. And not a little heard Samantha. I am his audience of one, do I not realize that? The work he put into this thing, the planning. He was expecting frankly for me to be blown away. Instead here I am asking for little annoying details and worse -- explanations.
"I mean, why bother if I'm just going to bother telling you exactly? Where's the fun in that? Why bother making art at all? "

― Mona Awad , Bunny