Ellis Jones

Years, lovers and glasses or wine... these are things that are never kind.

The great paradox of all this is that... the better our instruments get... that farther we can see... but not into the future, into the past.

— Listen to me. Do you love her?
— Yes.
— How do you know?
— Dad, I don't...
— It's a simple question. How do you know?
— Because nothing makes sense about her.

— So... where you off to?
— Some place with better food, my apartment.