Allan:
That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn't it?
Museum Girl:
Yes, it is.
Allan:
What does it say to you?
Museum Girl:
It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of Man forced to live in a barren, Godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror and degradation, forming a useless bleak straitjacket in a black absurd cosmos.
Allan:
What are you doing Saturday night?
Museum Girl:
Committing suicide.
Allan:
What about Friday night?
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