膚淺如我，如果不是Jesse我應該一輩子都不會看這種明顯文藝片的純對話電影，全片就是兩個男人絮絮叨叨的對話采訪。第一次看了半小時沒堅持下去，隨后被我轉成了MP3放在Walkman里散步時聽，那個晚上我在外面呆了三個小時，后程哭一會兒聽一會兒，因為有一樣的經歷（當然我并沒有那樣優秀）整個片子下來感觸良多，關于孤獨、關于抑郁癥、關于生命...一切的軌跡，這就是《無盡的玩笑》。
-i was just thinking, um,
it wasn’t a chemical imbalance, and it wasn’t drugs and alcohol,
i think, um,
it was much more that i had lived an incredibly American life.
this idea that if i could just achieve X and Y and Z, that everything would be okay.
there’s a thing in the book about how when somebody leaps from a burning skyscraper,
it’s not that they’re not afraid of falling anymore.
it’s that the alternative is so awful.
and so then you’re invited to consider what could be so awful
that leaping to your death would seem like an escape from it.
i don’t know if you have any experience with this kind of thing,
but it’s worse than any kind of physical injury.
it may be in the old days what was known as a spiritual crisis,
feeling as though every axiom in your life turned out to be false,
and there was actually nothing,
and you were nothing.
and that it’s all a delusion and you’re so much better than everybody,
cause you can see how this is just a delusion.
and you’re so much worse because you can’t fucking function,
it’s really horrible.
i don’t think that we ever change.
i’m sure that i still have those same parts of me.
guess i’m trying really hard to find a way not to let them drive, you know.
hey, um, okay, good night.
