There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.

We are only here briefly, and in this moment I want to allow myself joy.

You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity.

+IsThAtMArgOTroBBie?

-ISthAtMaRGoTRobBiE?

+I tHouGht iT wAS MaRgOT RobBiE foR a sECoNd!

I want to be loved. That is not the same as loving.

—Why what?

—Why haven’t you called Jo?

My presence will be ornamental. You will find me a respectful, quiet, passive, observer…of the truth.

“Så hög min eld. Inget högre, inget hitter.”

87. Juste la fin du monde, 2016

    dir. Xavier Dolan