Nocturama - Plano para uma curta-metragem

Resolvi trazer a Anna Blume`s para junto de nós..

After twenty seconds or so, he hears himself whisper a single word: Anna.
A feeling of overpowering love washes through him. An instant after thinking these thoughts, he is attacked by a fresh wave of guilt, and he knows that Anna is dead.

Maybe it`s a different Anna.
Time, Mr. Blank, Anna says.
You understand the meaning of time, don`t you? this is thirty-five years ago.
That was my crime.

Paul Auster
Travels in the Scriptorium