All sorrows can be borne if you can put them into a story or tell a story about them.

—ISAK DINESEN (Karen Blixen)

Maybe I’m daydreaming.

She makes me think of music.

Her face . . .

We’re living in the age of the double man.

We no longer need mirrors to talk to ourselves.

When Marianne says “It’s a beautiful day,” what is she thinking about?

All I have is that image of her saying “It’s a beautiful day.”

Nothing else. Is there any point in figuring this out?

We are made of dreams and dreams are made of us.

It’s a beautiful day, my love—in dreams, in words, in death.

It’s a beautiful day, my love—a beautiful day in life.

—JEAN-LUC GODARD, Pierrot le Fou (1965)