“Oftentimes I’ve been walking down some crowded city street, a throng of people, you’re constantly bumping into someone or other, and I might be seeing nothing at all, none of the buildings, advertisements, shop windows, cars, and people’s faces are just flashing by for a brief second, then suddenly amid all those glimpses there’s one face, why this particular one I couldn’t say, but it bores into my memory and remains there for good. Actually I carry inside me an infinite number of those faces that were conceived in those short flashes, as it were. I don’t know whose they are, I don’t know where or when, I don’t know anything about them. But they live in me. Their thoughts, their expressions, their paleness, their sorrows, grimaces, bitternesses – it all lives in me, fixed as if in a photograph.”
“A Treatise On Shelling Beans” by Wiesław Myśliwski
“CALEB: Where would you go if you did go outside?
AVA: You mean if I could go outside. If I was permitted.
I'm not sure. There are so many options.
Maybe a busy pedestrian and traffic intersection in a city.
CALEB: A traffic intersection.
AVA: Is that a bad idea?
CALEB: It wasn't what I was expecting.
AVA: A traffic intersection would provide a concentrated but shifting view of human life.
CALEB: People watching.
From “Ex Machina” script
“We were overawed by the display of these opera magna, the plurality of the profiles, the scope of the shadows, the immensity of the esplanades. We felt like intruders who at any moment might be cast out of a forbidden kingdom. What lay before our eyes was the world that existed before man.”
“The Lost Steps” by Alejo Carpentier