Human games? Some people say that I am a complete game-player; that I never tell the truth. For an example: some friends think I am extremely rich. They may think that I keep pound notes under the mattress like a good Italian immigrant. At the moment, I cannot play games because I don't know where they will take me. Well, I play with some friends at make-believe, but I am careful not to go to extremes of danger.
Truly I think my big game was to take my art so seriously that it is not a game any longer; it has taken over my life. I would like to have a stop; I would like a long break; I am very tired.
One thing you can say is that I can't remember jokes, I can't play cards, I can't swim, I can't remember history. I know all this music, but when I sit at the piano I go blank. And also stories. I don't know how to survive a dinner table. Other people tell jokes. They know what is going on. Therefore, having none of these qualities, I wonder how things happen.
My house is not very comfortable: you have to be like a little soldier - always on parade and sit up straight like this. It's OK when I'm working, but when I stop I cannot bear it. So the easiest way out is, occasionally I sit in my little bed and watch television. The relaxation is so beautiful I wish there was somebody in the next room, but no one is there unfortunately, and that is the game: watching myself and wondering what the hell I am doing with my life. So I make a huge drawing like a factory. Do it, put it away for the next show, do another one. Playing cards? Ha, ha, ha.
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