The funeral monologue:
“Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true, and 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 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 its seems to but it doesn’t really, so you spend your time in vague regret or even 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 that 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.
- Synecdoche, New York (2008)
This is my favorite scene from this film. It was true when I saw it in November and it’s true now.
