Synecdoche

Excelente peli, con Philip a la cabeza en su major piece.

Escena:

Everything is more

complicated than you think.

You only see a tenth

of what is true.

There are a million

little strings

attached to every

choice you make.

You can destroy your life

every time you choose.

But maybe you won't know

for 20 years

and you may never,

ever trace it to its source.

And you only get one

chance to play it out.

Just try and figure

out your own divorce.

And they say there is no fate,

but there is,

it's what you create.

And even though the world goes

on for eons and eons

you are only here for a fraction

of a fraction of a second.

Most of your time is spent being

dead or not yet born.

But while alive,

you wait in vain

wasting years

for a phone call

or a letter or a look

from someone or something

to make it all right.

And it never comes,

or it seems to,

but it doesn't really.

So you spend your time

in vague regret

or vaguer hope that something

good will come along.

Something to make

you feel connected.

Something to make

you feel whole.

Something to make

you feel loved.

And the truth is

I feel so angry.

And the truth is

I feel so fucking sad.

And the truth is,

I've felt so fucking hurt

for so fucking long.

And for just as long,

I've been pretending I'm okay

just to get along,

just for--

I don't know why.

Maybe because no one wants

to hear about my misery

because they have their own.

Well, fuck everybody.

Amen.

Troupe muralera!!!

“So that you will keep on asking yourself, whose ticket was that in the first place.”

It’s always nice to pretend, you don’t care, and you live the very moment that grasps your feet.
But you don’t, so, the wondering just gets bigger.
Till the point you stop behaving like the image that never gets you harm, you stop inside, but yet you won’t show.
Was that some girlfriend's ticket, was that an illusion taken away?
The questions she don t want to think she has the right to ask. Because sometimes it s nice just to take the gift and enjoy. So she does not really want to know why you did it, why you call her back, after more than a year.
Some actions don’t follow any intention, some actions just go along with desire, or will, or impulse, and have no afterwards purpose.
But that very shy and coward lady, was surely joyful to know he still thought about her, thankful to finally know they were too fearful to be ridiculous, and that was the task, all the risk there could ever be in let any feeling be expressed on time.
She might never know anyway, what triggers your aims, what makes you want to hold her and protect her, she will never guess how to shot those triggers. But she s willing to learn, and craps, seems she gets too late to understand how much anybody ever cares about her.

And yes, she had the time of her life. But what is this life trying so hard to teach her? She tries to get the lesson right.