Julie Delpy in Three Colors: White (Trzy kolory: Bialy)
(Krzysztof Kieslowski - 1994)
At night l think of my piano in its ocean grave. And sometimes of myself floating above it.
What was once before you - an exciting, 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’s everyone.