[...] I would be coming home depressed and of course even these kinds of issues were anathema to Mary, she was one of those people who would just create without a second thought. At this point I had a flat in town. A bedsit with a bed built up on legs and underneath it a workspace where I would paint and eat and I had a small black-and-white TV set up. Mary would never sleep. My best memories are of lying in bed after we had made love and of listening to her down below, painting or writing, she was always writing in her journal, and all the time she would have the TV on low, late-night monster movies like Creature from the Black Lagoon or It Came from Outer Space, and I could smell the smoke from her cigarettes rising up and soaking through the mattress combined with the smell of her hairspray. [...]