Mi vida... tal cual

jueves, mayo 07, 2009

A scanner darkly.

(A scanner darkly de Graham Reynolds de la OST de la película homónima)

Transcripción de las dos mejores escenas del largometraje:

First:

What happened? How did I get here?

Anyone wants some popcorn?

FUCK!
The pain... so unexpected and undeserved had, for some reason cleared away the cobwebs.
I realised I didnt hate the cabinet door. I hated my life, my house, my family. My backyard, my powermore. Nothing would ever change, nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end. And it did end.

Now in the dark world I dwell, ugly things and surprising things, sometimes little wonderous things spill out in me constantly. And I can count on nothing.

Second:

What the hell am I talking about? I must be nuts. I know Bob Arctor, he's a good person. He's up to nothing, at least nothing too bad.
In fact he works for the Orange County Sheriff's Office covertly. Which is probably why Barris is after him. But that wouldn't explain why the Orange County Sheriff's Office is after him.
Something big is definitively going down in this house. This rundown rubble-filled house. With its weed padyard, catbox that never gets empty. What a waste of a truly good house. So much could be done with it.
A family and children could live here, it was designed for that. Such a waste. They have to confiscate it and put it to better use.
Im supposed to act like they arent here. Assumming there's a "they" at all. It may just be my imagination.
Whatever it is that's watching, it's not human, unlike little dark-eyed Donna; it doesn't ever blink. What does a scanner see? Into the head, down into the heart? Does it see into me, into us? Clearly or darkly? I hope it sees clearly because I can any longer see into myself. I see only murk. I hope for everyones sake the scanners do better, because if the scanners sees only darkly the way I do, then I'm cursed; and cursed again. And we all will only wind up dead this way, knowing very little and getting that little fragment, wrong too.