Synecdoche, New York Page #9
I've ever heard.
Oh, God. Sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry.
Where is my little girl?
Where is my little girl?
Where is my little girl?
Look at the night table
for a note from Adele.
Stare out the window.
Remember the time she got you
to pose for one of her paintings?
How she told you
how beautiful you were?
How she made you feel pretty again
for a little while?
Think how you'll miss her.
Stand up.
Now it is waiting, and nobody cares.
And when your wait is over,
this room will still exist...
...and it will continue to hold shoes
and dresses and boxes...
...and maybe someday
another waiting person.
And maybe not.
The room doesn't care either.
Hello?
There's nobody running the elevator
anymore.
What was once before you,
an exciting and mysterious future...
...is now behind you,
lived, understood, disappointing.
You realize you are not special.
You have struggled into existence
and are now slipping silently out of it.
This is everyone's experience.
Every single one.
The specifics hardly matter.
Everyone is everyone.
So you are Adele...
...Hazel, claire, Olive.
You are Ellen.
All her meager sadnesses are yours.
All her loneliness.
The gray, straw-like hair.
Her red, raw hands. It's yours.
It is time for you to understand this.
Walk.
stop adoring you...
...as they die, as they move on...
...as you shed them, as you shed
your beauty, your youth...
...as the world forgets you,
as you recognize your transience...
...as you begin to lose
your characteristics one by one...
...as you learn
there is no one watching you...
...and there never was,
you think only about driving.
Not coming from anyplace,
not arriving anyplace...
...just driving, counting off time.
Now you are here. It's 7:43.
Now you are here. It's 7:44.
Now you are gone.
Where is everybody?
Mostly dead. Some have left.
Would you sit with me for a moment?
Because I'm very tired and lonely.
I feel like I know you.
Well, I was the mother
in Ellen's dream.
Yes.
You seem a bit older
than I remember.
That dream was quite a while ago.
Apologize.
I didn't mean to say you looked old.
There's everyone's dreams
in all those apartments.
All those thoughts I'll never know.
That's the truth of it.
I wanted to do that picnic
with my daughter.
I feel like
I've disappointed you terribly.
Oh, no. I am so proud of you.
Ask her if you can put your head
on her shoulder.
Can I lay my head
on your shoulder?
Yes.
I love you.
I love you too.
I know how to do this play now.
I have an idea.
I think if everyone...
Die.
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