You’re already doing it, she said. She drove faster.
I lie awake at night, said Kippen, and I can’t fall asleep because I no longer know what to do to make the restlessness come. I wish that things were restless for me again, but maybe I wouldn’t even notice it anymore.
They were sitting by the sea now, looking at the waves. The girl was sipping a cola. She asked: What does the perfect picture look like? If there ever was a perfect picture, there would be no more painting, said Kippen, because after that nobody would have to paint anymore. We would see it and know that was it. We would no longer be hungry. But everything always goes on.
Bullshit, she said. When chocolate is good, I want more. If a picture is good, I want to look at others. If love is good, let it go on. I think you’re a coward. You’re afraid to go on, so you want everything that is good to stop so fast that you don’t have time to think it will lose its power.