Sarah – Do you know what you need? Some good editor. Do you know Joe Nichols?

Jenny – Yeah, he is gay. Beautiful, but gay.

Sarah – A little tongue in his ass, he is yours.

Sarah – In your first work you created me as someone who was in the middle of a war. Someone with a history of mood, blackouts and hearing voices. I used to be isolated with this huge number of doctors and nurses, men, everyone scared with the imminence of death.

Jenny – That scenario was an artificial paradise, Sarah. It was not reality; that was a place full of illusion.

Sarah –Mutilated pieces of meat spread everywhere, women hanging out the trees. I felt smaller.

Jenny – But there is light when we die, and we feel small when the great light is coming.

Have you ever seen the beauty of a little girl looking at a dead bird?

Sarah - No, Jenny. This is too much. Wake up!

Jenny - But we are so fragile, there is weakness in all of us. We should be strong, but we are not.

Sarah – And you are the Queen of the illusions, living in the highest point of a sophisticated building, with your notebook, your papers, your wine. Selfish! With your synapses’ sending orders all the time; move your legs, move your body, die, when you are paralyzed, in your castle made of pain.

Jenny - I hate machines in real life. I have no patience with them. I hate my notebook and what it represents to me.

Sarah - Advanced technology works, baby.

Jenny - A guy shoots a gun of the future and it blows up. I go into a futuristic kitchen and it mal-functions.

I just don´t get along with machines.

Sarah - When you will be able to get rid of this room?

Jenny – I want to die in my own bell jar, buddy. And it has nothing to do with you.

Sarah – Have you made any plans?

Take an overdose, slash your wrists then hang yourself. All those things together.

Jenny – It wouldn´t work.

Sarah – Of course it would.

Jenny - It wouldn´t work.

I´d start to feel sleepy from the overdose and wouldn´t have the energy to cut my wrists then hanging up myself.