Through a glass, wheatly.

"You can make art out of anything that's around you. There
are things that cost nothing, things that you find in the street or in
bins, and then it can go the other way. You can make things out of gold
and platinum. I was thinking about death. The other day I was talking
to a friend and saying that when the kids are in bed and I'm reading
them a story, I always imagine it's me lying on the bed, and it's my
deathbed, and they are older and are sat next to me. The roles reverse.
My friend said, 'I never think that.' And I said, 'Fucking hell, am I
weird?' "

No, you're not weird, Damien. Not about the role reversal thing, anyway. Bling is dead.

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