In the movie, “Six Degrees of Separation”, Flan (Donald Sutherland) tells Ouisa (Stockard Channing) , “the painter, Cezanne, would leave blank spaces on his canvas when he couldn’t account for the brush strokes, or the color”. Stockard Channing replies, “How much of your life can you account for? My life is a collage of unaccounted for brush strokes; I am all random”.
Random wisps of wistful words wafting through, adhering to, the watchful walls. Stories without end, set upon the creaking stage. Refurbished and renewed, yet remaining still a part of times long past, where countless thousands have entered with great expectation and left, at times, with great disappointment, but always with a learned experience of the art of illusion, an escape from the reality of the world into a realm of pretense.
Not so different, though, from the false selves still to be encountered day-to-day.