thea.curtis:
Welcome back. How are you feeling?
thea.curtis:
—
thea.curtis:
Wrong turn. The memory wipe? - Scared about wake up in Trumpmerika.
thea.curtis:
Anyone out there? It's me.
thea.curtis:
Well, it's a game of possibilities, that's the beauty of it, isn't it?
thea.curtis:
Wow! It's you. Are you the collector of moments?
thea.curtis:
You have the wrong number.
thea.curtis:
I know it's mosquito season.
thea.curtis:
The sun is slanting into afternoon.
thea.curtis:
It seems like I don't looking into the mirror, the mirror looking at me. - Do you think this is an exact image of reality?
thea.curtis:
I found this hidden memory behind a tree. Is it yours?
thea.curtis:
The empty Swimming Pool. Still wonderful, isn't it?
thea.curtis:
Well now, this is for you.
thea.curtis:
Do you want a glossy copy of human interaction for the final act?
thea.curtis:
It's ten o'clock in the morning -- why are you here?
thea.curtis:
Feels like “stranger than paradise”.
thea.curtis:
You know I remember that.
thea.curtis:
Wish I could paint my memories like they never disappear. - Sister my sister.
thea.curtis:
Something dark crosses the gap of sky. You wonder how I recognized you?
thea.curtis:
It's all about the small stuff. Small lies. Small mistakes. Small oversights. Do you feel different now?
thea.curtis:
I lose all sense of time. What if someone finds out?
thea.curtis:
Who wants to help me with the chickens?
thea.curtis:
Anything without an umbrella. Okay?
thea.curtis:
It smells like a shadow hunt.
thea.curtis:
Αθήνα
thea.curtis:
Oui, maman, je suis devenue celle contre qui tu m'as mise en garde. Autre chose ?
thea.curtis:
We're all full of drama, with twisted hopes and crooked dreams. So what?
thea.curtis:
Why did they say on TV that it wasn't supposed to snow today, but tomorrow instead? Why did they lie?
thea.curtis:
What are you hiding?
thea.curtis:
How are you doing sweetheart?
