Whitney (by Aliya Akhmedeeva)
Whitney (by Aliya Akhmedeeva)
1996 (by Cveti Dimitrova)
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.
Charlie Kaufman, Synecdoche, New York, 2008
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Dear diary,
I’m afraid I’m gravely ill. It is perhaps times like these that one reflects on things past. An article of clothing from when I was young. A green jacket. I walk with my father. A game we once played. Pretend we’re faeries. I’m a girl faerie. My name is Laura Lee. And you’re a boy faerie. Your name is Tita Lee. Pretend, when we’re faeries we fight each other, and I say “Stop hitting me I’ll die!” And you hit me again and I say, “Now I have to die.” And then you say, “But I’ll miss you.” And I say, “But I have to. And you’ll have to wait a million years to see me again. And I’ll be put in a box, and all I’ll need is a tiny glass of water and lots of tiny pieces of pizza and the box will have wings like an airplane.” And you’ll ask, “Where will it take you?”
“Home,” I say.
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Synecdoche, New York (2008) (dir Charlie Kaufman)
“I know what to do with this play now. I have an idea. I think…”
Synecdoche, New York (2008) (dir. Charlie Kaufman)