Millicent Weems:What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special.
You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one.
The specifics hardly matter.
Everyone's everyone.
You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one.
The specifics hardly matter.
Everyone's everyone.
So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours.
It is time for you to understand this.
Walk.
It is time for you to understand this.
Walk.
Synedoche, New York
2 comentários:
gosto tanto das tuas coisas
gosto da tua imagem.
e da tua visita a este canto distraído.
estas 'minhas coisas' estão-se a tornar mais ruidosas. há quem prefira fingir que não ouviu/viu o que se disse, que não tem o corpo em chamas.
vai-se a um catálogo de 'trovoadas' e apaga-se aquelas que causam maior estrondo.
demasiada segurança e pontos de fuga. prefiro o estrondo.
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