Desidero condividere con te [Morpheus] una geniale intuizione che ho avuto, durante la mia missione qui. Mi è capitato mentre cercavo di classificare la vostra specie. Improvvisamente ho capito che voi non siete dei veri mammiferi: tutti i mammiferi di questo pianeta d’istinto sviluppano un naturale equilibrio con l’ambiente circostante, cosa che voi umani non fate. Vi insediate in una zona e vi moltiplicate, vi moltiplicate finché ogni risorsa naturale non si esaurisce. E l’unico modo in cui sapete sopravvivere è quello di spostarvi in un’altra zona ricca. C’è un altro organismo su questo pianeta che adotta lo stesso comportamento, e sai qual è? Il virus. Gli esseri umani sono un’infezione estesa, un cancro per questo pianeta: siete una piaga. E noi siamo la cura.

I’d like to share a revelation I’ve had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you’re not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with their surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area, and you multiply, and you multiply, until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You are a plague, and we … are the cure.

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me -
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud one night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we -
Of many far wiser than we -
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling – my darling – my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea -
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

- Edgar Allan Poe

Ho immaginato la stessa identica situazione tra 100 anni, lasciandomi pervadere da una punta di tristezza.
La lettrice scorre le pagine sfiorando la superficie del suo tablet digitale. Gli spettatori in sala si apprestano ad accendere il loro pensando già a come condividere il contenuto di quel libro con il resto del mondo. Nelle piccole pause un giovane DJ seleziona un pezzo di “musica” techno. I partecipanti assecondano il rimo con il capo. Alcuni al termine si lasciano andare a commenti sulla qualità del suono.

Se dovessi essere ancora vivo quando tale profezia prenderà vita, l’ultima cosa che potrebbe passarmi per la testa, oltre la triste constatazione, sarebbe un proiettile.

Misery:  Hello.

Barry:  Are you alone? or is Loneliness also there?

Misery:  Yes. And Pain decided to join us too.

Barry:  Let me call Frustration and Tears. Then we can start the meeting.

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could have, would have happened, or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.