— You take these photographs yourself?
— Uh, yeah. You like them?
— Yeah, yeah, they're beautiful.
— That's always been my dream to live in Paris.
— What's stopping you?
— Um... reality. It's that what usually gets in the way of dreams.
— Ah, I can't say.
— Come on, Max. You must talk something.
— I guess, um... I guess, uh... All I really want is to be useful... And just once, you know. Make a real difference.
— You'll get your chance.
— Ah, never been.
— Oh, you're missing out. Everyone has to disappear, at least once.
— What's so special, then?
— It's harder to describe, really.
— Tell me.
— It's, uh, the way the streets look... and the life that people endears. And the rain... The way it sticks into your eyelashes. Makes everything
a painting. And it's just...
