Yesterday morning I woke up with memories of Amsterdam. It was not only the canals and the bicycles that occupied my mind, but her face. Her gentle face, with an air of sadness to it, and the blonde hair she doesn’t make too much an effort to fix up because why would she? It looks great the way it is.
Memories are worse than bullets, a wise man once said.
But Joel (Jim Carrey) has discovered something even more painful. The lack of them. You’re not only losing time and space, but you’re losing her.