Betty Blue

“Maybe I’m daydreaming.
She makes me think of music.
Her face…
“We have come to the age of man and his double.
We no longer need mirrors to talk to ourselves.
When Marianne says, “It’s a fine day,” what’s she thinking about?
All I have is that image of her saying, “It’s a fine day.”
Nothing else.
What good is it figuring all this out?
We are made of dreams, and dreams are made of us.
It’s a fine day, my love, in dreams, in words and in death.
It’s a fine day, my love. It’s a fine day in life.”

Pierrot Le Fou*