by Christine Bode
in the movie Paterson says,
after pulling a fake gun on everyone in the bar,
“Without love, what reason is there for anything?”
I don’t know, Everett… nothing,
not a fucking thing that matters anyway.
Without love, every day is the same damn pandemic day.
Wake up, walk the dog,
drink coffee, read a book,
work at the computer, walk the dog, eat lunch,
work at the computer some more…
Make dinner, eat it,
walk the dog,
maybe phone a friend,
go to bed.
Get up the next day and
do it all over again…
How many useless facts can I hold in my head?
I forget more than I learn,
so little of it matters.
there’s no reason for anything.
every day’s a pandemic day.
we don’t really exist.
It’s all just the matrix.
Thank you, Jim Jarmusch, for the inspiration.