Synecdoche, New York – Olive’s Diary

Dear Diary, i’m afraid i’m gravely ill.

It is perhaps time like these that one reflects on things past.

An article of clothing from when i was young.

A green jacket.

A walk with my father.

A game we once played.

Pretend we’re fairies.

I’m a girl fairy, and my name is La-ru-lee.

And you’re a boy fairy, and your name is Teet-ree.

Pretend when we’re fairies, we fight each other.

And i say, “stop hitting me again or i’ll die.”

And you hit me again, and i say,

                “Now i have to die.”

                And you say, “but i’ll miss you.”

                And i say, “but i have to.”

And you’ll have to wait a million years to see me again.

And i’ll be put in a box, and all i need is a tiny glass of water and lots tiny piece of pizza, and the box will have wings like an airplane.

                And you ask, “where will it take you?”

                “Home,” i say.

*Dikutip dari narasi/monolog/meta-dialog Synecdoche, New York karya Charlie Kaufman.