transcribed on 12 July 2010
dream of Chris Marker's doppelgånger, working as an Anglican priest in Paris. the imposter goes by the name Aaron Marker, and i go to his church, which is packed with university students and hipsters. to pass the time, i speak to the videographer recording the event.
time passes.
eventually the imposter arrives. something is off. he is far too young, perhaps in his late thirties, and as i listen i grow frustrated. the rains come and most of the students and hipsters leave, hoping to avoid the drenching they deserve.
i stay.
eventually i speak to the imposter, wondering why he was signing autographs during the service. why would he – the infamously reluctant model, the famously uncompromising photographer – agree to behavior so banal? i tell him that i'm writing my thesis on him, but the imposter looks mystified.
time lapses.
eventually i realize the imposter as such, that he is merely part of an act, an elaborate ruse designed by le Marker verité to deflect his fame. realizing all this, i begin to disrupt the next service by throwing compact discs at the imposter.
time passes.
i find myself at a university, questioning the path i've taken, wondering how i will support myself. i run into an acquaintance whom i knew seventeen years ago. he now works as a pharmacist, and i wonder if i should go to medical school.
i know it's too late.
time lapses.
post-scriptum
"The Buddha was not interested in some metaphysical existence,
but in his own body and mind, here and now." - Shunryu Suzuki
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