ART

„l’m going to tell you what I give a fuck about - since everyone is coming clean - I give a fuck about your sniggering and insinuations, your suggestion that actually, I also think this picture is a grotesque joke. You've refused to admit that I could feel a genuine attachment to it. […] And that's what's made me feel […] how little binds us together these days, your perpetual display of suspicion.“ (from „Art“ by Y. Reza) 

What binds us to our closest friends after we have taken different paths? What are we to say to them when we find out they are not who we thought they were? Or if we grow weary of who they have become? 
 
They say art is in the eye of the beholder. 
We say „Art“ by Yasmina Reza is in the eye of the beholder.
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