I'm having trouble finishing Tale of the Rose. It reminds me of all of those times when my good friends were in terrible relationships, and they would call me crying because of how their boyfriends, these terrible little boys, were breaking their hearts, and all I wanted to do was get on a plane, pick them up and bring them home. And after a while of the same calls and the same conversations, but the friend won't do anything about the cycle, you just don't want to hear about it anymore. I'm good at compartmentalizing the art from the artist. All I know is I would never have stayed in that relationship.