The Lack of the Persistence of Memory


ON VIDEO:  We're in an empty parking lot on a cold, gray day.  
Something is floating across from us... it's an empty, 
wrinkled, white PLASTIC BAG.  We follow it as the wind carries 
it in a circle around us, sometimes whipping it about 
violently, or, without warning, sending it soaring skyward, 
then letting it float gracefully down to the ground...

Jane and Ricky sit on the bed, watching his WIDE-SCREEN TV.

                   It was one of those days when it's a
                   minute away from snowing.  And there's
                   this electricity in the air, you can
                   almost hear it, right? And this bag was
                   just... dancing with me.  Like a little
                   kid begging me to play with it.  For
                   fifteen minutes.  That's the day I
                   realized that there was this entire life
                   behind things, and this incredibly
                   benevolent force that wanted me to know
                   there was no reason to be afraid.  Ever.

A beat.

                   Video's a poor excuse, I know.  But it
                   helps me remember...  I need to

Now Jane is watching him.

                   Sometimes there's so much beauty in the
                   world I feel like I can't take it... and
                   my heart is going to cave in.

~ from American Beauty

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