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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.