Is there anything else to it?

No, it's a selfsufficient illusion.

One of my editors left those here.

You know. In the guesthouse you could write in peace.

Hey, tell me baby, nobody who could write worth a damn could ever write in peace.

I take it, you don't care for my world.

Baby, look around it's a cage with golden bars.

You better go now.

I'm sorry for all of this, I'm not used to drink.

Hey, Tally.

- I'd better sleep now. - Where's the bedroom?

There you go.

I can't sleep with my clothes on.

Hey, wait a moment.

Tally. Tally, baby.

- Hey, Tally baby. - What is it?

I've gotta go.

What is it?

What went wrong?

Look, baby. I belong on the streets.