Sounds Personal

I think if Armand could be completely honest, like stoned out of his many masks, he'd declare his love with something horribly bloody and darkly romantic like:

repeat after me: just because media challenges your expectations doesn't mean its bad. Just because you have to think about text and subtext to understand it doesn't mean its bad. Just because a piece of art makes sense in the allegorical realm doesn't mean its bad. Just because art demands your participation in the creation of meaning doesn't mean its bad. Just because there are different layers of meaning that could be simultaneously true doesn't mean its bad. It's okay if you feel uncomfortable and unsettled. That's the point of serious art.

WHY MUST SHE BE KEPT? AND WHY IN THIS PLACE SHE MUST BE KEPT? AND WHAT DOES IT MEAN IF YOU ARE NOT ASKED? AND WHAT DOES IT MEAN IF YOU ARE NOT ANSWERED? AND WHAT IS IT TO SEE AND TO KNOW, BUT TO BE TOLD YOU HAVE NOT SEEN. YOU HAVE NOT KNOWN. AND WHY IS HER TONGUE CUT OUT? AND WHY IS HER DEATH PROLONGED AND WHEN WILL IT STOP AND WHO WILL STOP IT? AND WHY MUST THEY, MUST WE, MUST I, MUST HE, MUST THEY, AS THE MILLENNIA, UNFOLD? WHY THE GIRL CURLED? WHY HER EYES LOWERED? WHY ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD? WHY LIMP IN THE STRAW? I AM THE GIRL! I AM THE GOD! I AM THE VOICE! I AM THE SONG! I AM THE NIGHT AND I CAN ANSWER! I CAN ARRANGE IT! I CAN SAY RISE, AND I CAN SPEAK! AND I AM HER! AND I AM SHE! AND I, I, I, I AM THE ANSWER!