How long have I been unemployed? In my room, this morning, I will always have been unemployed. How long have I been unemployed? The day is still the day; the same is the same.
I dreamt the other night of a friend I haven’t seen for twenty years. Who did I see? Was he my friend, or someone else? And you whom I greeted on the street, taking you for someone else – who are you? The double of my friend, or one who shows my friend never to have been the one I knew? Whose dream was this?
Tarkovsky: unsettled things, the bottles that fall from the table in Stalker (what moved them? – the rattling train? Stalker’s gifted daughter?); and in Mirror: water and plaster fall from the ceiling, and who is she, that monster, whose long hair has fallen in front of her face and her arms flailing? A bell is ringing, and now, above the bed, a body rests in mid air. Is she asleep? Whose dream is this?
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