My Blueberry Nights
Par melody nelson, jeudi 1 avril 2010 à 11:04 - movies
Dear Jeremy, As you can see in this postcard, I'm now in Memphis, Tennessee. It took me a long time to get here. I'm not sure how long I'll be staying. During the day I work in a diner downtown. I haven't been able to sleep at night so I'm also taking a waitressing job in a bar. It's kind of a dive but the tips are pretty good. Working two jobs is exhausting but at least it keeps me busy, and most importantly, keeps my mind away from him.
Dear Jeremy, I thought about what Arnie said about the sobriety chips. How to focus your attention on something else in order to cure your addiction. If I was an addict, I'd choose blueberry pie as my sobriety chip.
I guess for Sue Lynne, leaving this town was like dying. I wonder how people would remember Arnie. When you're gone, all that's left behind are the memories you created in other people's lives... or just a couple items on bill.
I always had the feeling I could say anything to you. "Enclosed" is a bill I've created for you in memory of our time together. I wonder how you remember me... As the girl who like blueberry pies, or the girl with a broken heart?
Dear Jeremy, I've always been fascinated by card players. They risk everything on their instincts and luck. I wonder if I'd be able to make the same moves in their position. Or would I just fold? Working long hours in a casino makes you loose track of time, and I'm never sure whether it's day or night. But at least I don't have to worry about my sleeping problems anymore. Somehow it's gone away.
Dear Jeremy, In the last fews days, I've been learning how to not trust people and I'm glad I failed. Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror to define us and tell us who we are. And each reflection makes me like myself a little more.
It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all. It all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.