"Everything is more complicated than you think.
You only see the 10th of what is true
And there are a million of little strings attached
to Every.Choice.You.Make.
You can DESTROY your life EVERY time you choose
But, maybe, you would not know it for many, many years
And you may never trace it to it's source
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 ..ions and ..ions
But you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second,
Most of your time you spend being dead of not yet born
But while alive, we wait in vain
Waisting years for a phone call, or a letter, or a look
From something or someone to come along
AND IT NEVER COMES
or it seems to but it doesn't really.
And 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 FUCK_ING HURT, for so fucking long!
and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, 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."
-Charlie Kaufman
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