' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Fame Sucks!

I gaze with amazement at Bacon's basement studio in London transfered from its reality to an Irish museum. Here it exists behind glass just as he left it. I often fear that fame will pounce on me too & that I...you & our room will evaporate from its place in Reality to become a museum peice also. not willing to wait 'til I de they've sprung into action & put us behind glass while we're alive. Tourists come & press their faces against the glass observe us as we make love gasp buy the tee shirt...the postcard the coffee table book. God! Fame (like love) hurts.