“I don’t get it. Why would anyone paint a picture of a door? Over and over again, like, dozens of times?
“It wasn’t the same.”
“Uh –yeah it was.”
“It was the same subject, but it was different every time. The light was different, her mood was different. She saw the same thing new every time she painted it.”
“And that’s not psycho to you?”
“Well, then why should we do anything more than once? Should I just smoke this one cigarette? Maybe we should only have sex once. If it’s the same thing. Should we just watch one sunset? Or live just one day? Because it’s new every time. Each time is a different experience.”