It was all true?? Who is talking now?? The last scene of Donnie Darko, a movie, more a memory, a movie made by God, it has to be. I was not the one talking but I know there might be a few, or maybe just one, maybe the one after me, always again and again, how many before, how many after me? The last scene they waved, three people all waved. I know it was just a scene but I know the one person sitting in front of the scene, the one person who saw a much deeper sense in this movie then I did, and what I saw was already amazing. But the other person got proof, the other person was the person controlling the movie, asking the questions. I remember this time, I abandoned every thought about it afterward. Reality. But there was proof! I know there was, it all came from there and it will all again lead to the same moment! I mean, how can a whole movie make sense for not just the viewer, the writer, the creator but also for the one asking the questions and getting the ansers the same time? How can this really work, even now I see the traces of the others. I know, I feel it’s there. It has to be God. It can’t be anything else. Such perfection.

I need to sleep now. It’s late. I have to watch it again. This instrument, I wish I could watch at least one of the few I watched as it was my time. I remember one, one in particular and I remember the intimate, true, real story. I never experienced something that was that real. More then a dream, more then just reality. IT’S INCREDIBLE AND UNBELIEVABLE if you never experienced it. It’s just yours and just for your care. A moment frozen in time, timeless. One night, one endless hour. I remember how long it lasted.

Now I HAVE TO SLEEP. Good Night!

Your Marco

(*When I think about my dreams now, the one I had this morning, I wrote it all down. It can’t be just a mix of hope and memory. A dream has to be more. Too complex are the stories. A dream, where every of my stories started or eventually end)