“And yes, I know that Martina wasn’t a real person—though I was late to hear about that exhibition and everything, and quite frankly I didn’t get it—but I never met X. I only knew Martina. Maybe it’s dumb to think my conversations with Martina were real, that she was actually my friend, but, I don’t know—she was … She treated me like I was her equal. It’s hard to imagine I would have stayed in this industry if it weren’t for her. Sometimes she called me on Sunday mornings because I lived near a church and there were these bells and we’d just sit there, not talking, just listening to the bells together …