‘I tell myself I have the ability to love, but it’s all been shut up in a locked room. The life I’ve led has limited my life more and more. And the time has come to change it. The first step is to get a divorce. I think my husband and I hinder each other in some deadly way.’
‘That sounds frightening.’
‘Yes, it’s frightening. Something strange is happening. My senses, sight, hearing, touch are starting to fail me. This table for example, I can see it and touch it. But my feeling is dried-out, shrunken. Do you understand what I mean?’
‘I think I understand.’
‘It’s the same with everything. Music, smells, faces and voices. Everything seems smaller, greyer, without dignity.’
— Bergman, Scenes from a Marriage
Notes from a Room 