There's this man, he makes movies. I'll meet him some day. He'll look at me from behind his glasses. Not more than a glance, meaningless for all the life that he has seen. He'd have to look nevertheless. Hear my story. Imagine it in his mind, while reading it. All the while smirking at me, for the life that he has seen and knows. Because he can't but see it so well in his mind, he'll take my story. All the movies that he's ever made end in a particular way. But my movie does not end in that way, but it doesn't end in a way that he wouldn't like either. For once he'd make a movie not for himself. He'd make it for me. My story, different from his. But he'd make it, through my eyes.He will.