http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imVXLeOkEaU

I was drifting through an alien landscape... the water was neon pink and the sky was shifting slime. in the distance i saw a cliff, or rather an island. on top of the island was a castle. inside of the castle there were many rooms, all the rooms were mirrors of each other. in every room there was a part, of her body. all together she was all there. i was almost afraid to open the door to go inside, but something in me spoke.  i didn't exactly understand but it seemed like there were two choices i could make, i could stay outside or go in. these choices were not promising, but i had to choose.  both would cause pain, i knew that, but one would cause less. i knew which one, i thought. i put out my hand, to open the door.

but 

the procession of simulacra engenders a body of pure appearance to inhabit it, a body made entirely of veils, surfaces,  masks, and masquerade, a body made of seduction and seduction does not lead to production and flows but relations between individuals conducted entirely challenge and play, appearances answering appearances, reproduction of simulacra. 
(

there are only bodies and pleasure)

1
months lie down and are born again, years are born and then die, with every birth and death, time stops and starts

again and again.


“History is essentially longitudinal, memory essentially vertical. History essentially consists of passing along the event. Being inside the event, memory essentially and above all consists of not leaving it, staying in it and going back through it from within.”
– Deleuze
http://www.chrismarker.org/wounded-time/

haaaaahhh

THOUGHTS, dreams, memories, but mostly rooms...

there is no ground but ground that gives as soon as you touch it. You're always moving, thoughtlessly, suddenly, silently between rooms. but somethings odd...

EG
each room is merely a version of some other

EG each character you meet contains every character you will or have met because in the end
each character is you
(which should be obvious it being your head and all)

or:
for a moment you may have an idea or ideas that you feel make sense, but in the next, as you switch rooms, you quickly realize that your previous observations were trivial, ridiculous, or completely misguided. and then you can formulate a new logic which you will soon disprove, and so on and so on, a succession of logics to match the succession of rooms.


Meanwhile some audience is waiting patiently for the solution to the puzzle
 for the reel to be revealed, to see the "thing behind it all".
 but it doesn't happen.

In this movie, whatever room you are in you can be sure that it is not the right one because every room is both
worthless and right.