Page 44. Breakfast at Tiffany’s by: Truman Capote
We see the streets of New York & the windows of its antique shops. Movement. & we’re back to her for a second. “But still, it’s a cage.” Poetry. Fear. Truth. & we’re moving again, this time quicker. The most enchanting side of her shows. She’s a child again.
Capote plays with us: “nuns – trying on masks.” Poetry again?
Then, some romance & the simplicity of getting away with something.
& we see Holly again. As mischevious as a child. Having some fun. Desperate for atenttion & adrenaline. & a slight authority complex ‘cuz there’s just no limits for a bird outside a cage.
Lastly, he pulls us back in, reminding us that this wild creature had been anything but a child.
“We wore the masks all the way home.”