“Hey. I did some work on my screenplay. I was wondering if I could show it to you sometime,” I said.
“What about now? I’m eating sushi by myself.”
We met up at a café in the early afternoon.
“I like the script,” she said. “It’s very personal.” She skimmed through it again. “Maybe this could be an animation?”
I thought for a moment. “I didn’t think of that, but maybe it makes sense. The end might work well as an animation.”
“How is it going to end?”
“She looks outside the window, and imagines that if she jumps, she will be able to fly across the city. Then she realizes it is only an illusion and rejects the temptation to commit suicide. At that moment her bedroom door reappears and opens, and all the people she loves are outside clapping for her.”
“That’s a nice ending,” Kwan Yin said. “I think it’s the middle part that’s going to be hard. It can get too self-pitying and become a ‘look at me, I’m so sad’ story. It’s good to start with sentimentality, but then you need to transcend it, not indulge in it, if that makes sense.”
“For sure,” I said. I repeated her words in my mind.
“But it’s good. I’m always jealous of you young people who devote their lives to a single vision. I’m just drifting around. I’m interested in a lot of things, but I don’t have a passion.”
“What are some things you are interested in?” I said. I wanted to change the topic and stop talking about myself.
“Well, I did venture capitalism for quite a while. I’m very into charity work. I also thought for a moment that I could be a good museum curator.” She made quotation marks with her hands. “In your ‘art world.’”
“You said you’re jealous of people like me, but I am constantly jealous of people like you,” I said half-jokingly. “Entrepreneurs, NGO staff, or even dishonest politicians. These are people who live their lives to achieve some kind of goal. They use their time and energy to make an impact on the world. Me, I’m still struggling with the mere act of living.”
“They probably know less about life than you do,” she immediately dismissed me. “They just don’t think about it.”
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