Friday, April 14, 2006
"who'd died, yet who wasn't allowed to be really dead" (For a Radical Interior)
"In the hospital one has a strong sense of corpses floating up through the bedstead. Besides which I had a view of the morgue, people marching in and out with little coffins, in and out.
So I made believe that I was a little boy who'd died, yet who wasn't allowed to be really dead, because he kept on being woken up by telephone calls from the Royal Dramatic Theater. Finally he became so impatient he lay down and read a book."
--Ingmar Bergman on *Persona*