As I Was Moving Ahead, Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty

Esa voz. Ah, esa voz. Cómo me gusta esa voz. Cómo me gustaría hablar en esa voz.

I have never been able, really, to figure out where my life begins and where it ends. I have never never been able to figure it all out, what it's all about, what it all means. So when I began now to put all these rolls of film together, to string them together, the first idea was to keep them chronological. And then I gave up. And I just began splicing them together by chance, the way that I found them on the shelf. Because... I don't really know where any piece of my life really belongs! So let it be. Let it go. Just by pure chance, disorder. There is some kind of order in it, an order of its own, which I do not really understand, same as I never understood life around me. The real life, as they say. Or the real people. I never really understood them. I still do not understand them. And I really do not want to understand them!

-Jonas Mekas