Probably in part because one of those
pictures looks to me like a man with a
pickaxe over his shoulder, this reminds me of
a bit from The Neverending Story that didn't
make it into the movie.
As I remember it :
Towards the end of the book, Bastian has
been steadly losing himself and who he is to
fantasy and has little left. To get back, he
has to find one genuine memory before it's
too late. These memories are pictures on
thin, fragile, brittle sheets embedded in
layer on layer in a mine. He has to dig them
out from unlit caves, bring them to the
surface, carefully peel them apart, and then
hold them up one by one to a light, looking
for one that holds some kind of resonance for
him. He's too far gone to remember names or
faces, so he just has to hope that what
little is left of who he is will recognize a
true recollection, and that one image is his
only chance to return to reality.
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I forgot all about that scene in the book -
what a beautiful connection to make. I'll
never look at this picture the same way
again.
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h-monk says:
Probably in part because one of those pictures looks to me like a man with a pickaxe over his shoulder, this reminds me of a bit from The Neverending Story that didn't make it into the movie.
As I remember it :
Towards the end of the book, Bastian has been steadly losing himself and who he is to fantasy and has little left. To get back, he has to find one genuine memory before it's too late. These memories are pictures on thin, fragile, brittle sheets embedded in layer on layer in a mine. He has to dig them out from unlit caves, bring them to the surface, carefully peel them apart, and then hold them up one by one to a light, looking for one that holds some kind of resonance for him. He's too far gone to remember names or faces, so he just has to hope that what little is left of who he is will recognize a true recollection, and that one image is his only chance to return to reality.
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