"…This evening, I say this evening, perhaps it's morning. And all these things, what things, all about me, I won't deny them any more, there's no sense in that any more. If it's nature perhaps it's trees and birds, they go together, water and air, so that all may go on, I don t need to know the details, perhaps I'm sitting under a palm. Or it's a room, with furniture, all that's required to make life comfortable, dark, because of the wall outside the window. What am I doing, talking, having my figments talk, it can only be me. Spells of silence too, when I listen, and hear the local sounds, the world sounds, see what an effort I make, to be reasonable. There's my life, why not, it is one, if you like, if you must, I don't say no, this evening. There has to be one, it seems, once there is speech, no need of a story, a story is not compulsory, just a life, that's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough. I'm making progress, it was time…"
Quoting Beckett's text for nothing [once more] Sam Renseiw post a fine compilation of exquisite nothingness, a compression of visual amuse bouches, recorded from the end of May to last week. Enjoy the un-edited chronological flow of short events by clicking here or on the image above [patafilm # 857/vine compilation #1/2013, 314MB, Quicktime/mov]
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