"Everything can happen. Everything is possible and probable. Time and space do not exist. On a flimsy framework of reality, the imagination spins, weaving new patterns.” (Johan August Strindberg’s A Dream Play, )
In that final scene, in those final words, the grandmother reads in her crinkly voice, breathing insomnia like an old person does at midnight. Alexander curls up like a dead mouse or crumpled cat seeing death too young. Bergman pleads with the audience. I'll give you my soultrip he says, if you dare to feel one single emotion, one tiny quiver of.
Halt your practice. Do something terribly un-useful and blissfully sweet.
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