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But you're dead, I said.  From which angle, he asked.  No, I reiterated, I mean that you are literally physically dead.  He laughed. Oh that, he said. It's just a phase I'm going through.  Dead is dead, I argued.  And art is art, he answered, and went back to his work.
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Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 1:19 AM UTC
Meeting Picasso at the museum
But you're dead, I said.  From which angle, he asked.  No, I reiterated, I mean that you are literally physically dead.  He laughed. Oh that, he said. It's just a phase I'm going through.  Dead is dead, I argued.  And art is art, he answered, and went back to his work.
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Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 1:19 AM UTC
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