Proof of Life#177 / 2008-07-29

There's an exchange in the film Lost Highway that has always stuck with me as it perfectly sums up my feelings on the matter. It goes:

Ed: Do you own a video camera?
Renee: No. Fred hates them.
Fred: I like to remember things my own way.
Ed: What do you mean by that?
Fred: How I remember them. Not necessarily the way they happened.

Aside from Pop Culture Tragedy, which for all you know may be completely fabricated, there is little documentation to prove I exist: a social security number, a credit card, some cigarette butts in the ashtray.

For all I know, I'm the figment of my imagination.

But here's one for the file, at any rate.

see also:

#167 / Roman Holiday
#168 / Night on Earth
#169 / 2046
#170 / Mondo Cane
#171 / Mysterium Cosmographicum
#172 / The Net
#173 / Popcorn
#174 / Walking With Prehistoric Beasts
#175 / Mondo Macabro
#176 / Glorious Results of a Misspent Youth
#177 / Proof of Life
#178 / Farewell My Lovely