Mars et Avril Page #4

done by a beautiful

young photographer.

That's it.

But your music, Jacob.

What do you talk about

in your music?

Your shuttle is almost moving

as fast as the speed of light.

However, relativistic speed

means that time is slowing down,

and therefore, so is aging.

Humanity's biggest problem

is that everything is relative.

I know, I'm late. Sorry.

I might be behind the times,

but I'm a few minutes

ahead of technology.

I closed my eyes...

And for the first time

in a long while,

I've escaped reality.

One's brain needs to dream

in order to reboot.

In my head, I saw some images!

Mars beer.

Red Fantasy.

Spring is just

around the corner.

And so is love.

Is it really?

I'm positive, Jacob.

She's the one for me.

We complement each other.

She tries to capture reality,

and I try to translate it.

Another instrument coming up,

I suppose?

Not just any instrument.

I can't wait for you to play it.

You'll see, she has perfect breasts

that defy gravity.

Jacob? Jacob?

The Marsonautes.

The dreamI I'd like to hear

what our pneumatologist

has to say about that.

The Marsonautes will soon be

entering the complete unknown.

How will they be able to distinguish

dream from reality?

Really?

Jacob, you're not

listening to me!

You're going to have

to get older at some point.

Talk to women, fall in love!

When was the last time

you got laid?

I met someone too.

Really?

What is she like?

She's honest.

She has soulful eyes.

She gets short of breath,

but she has a lot of spirit.

And she likes my music.

April and I also

complement each other, you know.

In my dreams, I breathe for her.

What is it?

Nothing.

April is an odd name,

that's all.

Good timing.

I was just developing your photo.

It's dark.

The image is clear

on the negative though.

Too much information?

Or too little.

It works well with Jacob.

When I have trouble breathing,

I come here to look at him.

I think it's best

if you just stick to his image,

and vice-versa.

I'm sorry.

At first, I wanted to use you

to get close to Jacob.

And now?

I don't know.

I've never felt this way before.

Too much attraction.

I'm attracted to two magnets

at the same time.

But you don't know Jacob.

You're attracted to his image.

Mystery keeps the myth alive.

So that's why models

can't speak to Jacob?

To keep the myth alive?

Jacob loves music,

I love women.

- Hello?

- Jacob? It's Arthur.

Arthur?

Listen, I've been thinking.

The woman you told me about,

you should only talk to her

in your dreams.

I told her

we'd see each other again.

No, you can't.

You have to forget about her.

- But you told me I should...

Don't let her near you.

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