Belvedere - M.C. Escher

Depois de descobrir que seu freguês era escritor, Auggie lhe convida para conhecer suas fotos. “A maioria das pessoas não dá a mínima para livros e escritores, mas acontece que Auggie se considerava um artista.”, e lá vai Paul, sabe-se lá o que o esperava. A “obra de sua vida” eram doze álbuns de fotos, exatamente iguais, tiradas exatamente às 7 da manhã em uma esquina do Brooklin. Desconcertante. Imagine a surpresa muda nos olhos de William Hurt e o largo sorriso satisfeito no rosto de Harvey Keitel, a observá-lo folhear as fotografias. E ali se dá o diálogo que se segue...

Auggie: Just come to me. Ity’s my corner after all. I mean, it’s just one little part of the world, but things take place there, too, just like everywhere else. It’s a record of my little spot.
Paul: It’s kind of overwhelming.
Auggie: You’ll never get it if you don’t slow down, my friend.
Paul: What do you mean?
Auggie: I mean, you’re going too fast. You’re hardly even lookin’ at the pictures.
Paul: But... they’re all the same.
Agguie: They’re all the same, but each one is different from every other one. You got your bright mornings and your dark mornings. You got you summer light and you your autumn light. You got your weekdays and your weekends. You got your people in overcoats and galoshes… and you got your people in t-shirts and shorts. Sometimes the same people, same time different ones. Sometimes the different ones become the some and the same ones disappear. The Earth revolves around the sun, and every day, the light from the sun hits the Earth at a different angle.
Paul: Slow down, huh?
Auggie: That’s what I’d recommend. You know how it is. “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow… time creeps on its petty pace.”

(do filme "Smoke" (1995) ou, no Brasil, "Cortina de Fumaça")