"You want to know what it's like?" Leo had said to me, clearly hoping to scare me off if I was considering the job for the wrong reasons. He'd had one assistant before me and it hadn't worked out. "It's like this. Your work like a bastard for days and days and nothing makes any sense. You're lost, you're confused, you've got no answers and you're wasting your client's money. You're a fraud, you've always been a fraud, and no one in his right mind would hire you to find Times Square on a map or add two plus two. The one day, you think of something. Or you see something. Or someone tells you something. And suddenly, everything that didn't make sense does. Only here's the thing: nine times out of ten, you wish it didn't. You wish you were a fraud again. Because the things people hire us to figure out are the ugliest fucking things in the world."
No comments:
Post a Comment