Wednesday, April 18, 2012

If The Year is a Life


From Synecdoche, NY--

If the year is a life, then fall is the beginning of the end:



Whoever has no house now
Will never have one.

  
Whoever is alone
will stay alone

  
Will sit, read,

  
write long letters
Through the evening

  
And wander the boulevards
Up and down, restlessly

  
While the dry leaves
are blowing.



"Goodness, that's harsh,
isn't it?"

  
"Well, perhaps.
But truthful."

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