Ana Torrent posing for the poster of the San Sebastián Film Festival in 2003 to mark the 30th anniversary of the release of The Spirit of the Beehive.
I go from this place, this person, to that place or person. And you know, it doesn’t really make that much difference. I’ve known all different kinds of people, hung out with them, lived with them, watched them act things out in their own little ways, and to me, to me those people I’ve known are like a series of rooms. Just like all the places where I’ve spent time. You walk in for the first time, curious about this new room, lamp, TV, whatever. And then after a while, the newness is gone. Completely. And then there’s this kind of dread, kind of creeping dread. You probably don’t even know what I’m talking about. But anyway, I guess the point of all this is that after a while something tells you, some voice speaks to you, and that’s it. Time to split. Go some place else.
Permanent Vacation (1980), dir. Jim Jarmusch.
"Tengo mi pipa de opio al lado de un libro de metafísica alemana. El tiempo, y no España, dirá quien soy yo".
— Leopoldo María Panero (1948-2014)