White Oleander

:01:13

Everybody asks why I started at the end
and worked back to the beginning.

:01:17

The reason is simple.

:01:20

I couldn't understand the beginning
until I had reached the end.

:01:26

There were too many pieces
of the puzzle missing.

:01:29

Too much she would never tell.

:01:33

I could sell these things.
People want to buy them.

:01:38

But I'd set all this on fire first.

:01:40

She'd like that.
That's what she would do.

:01:44

She'd make it just to burn it.

:01:49

I couldn't afford this one, but the
beginning deserved something special.

:01:53

But how do I show that nothing,
not a taste...

:01:57

...not a smell, not even
the color of the sky...

:02:00

...has ever been as clear and sharp
as it was when I belonged to her.

:02:06

I don't know how to express that being
with someone so dangerous...

:02:10

...was the last time that I felt safe.

:02:48

The Santa Anas blew in hot
from the desert that fall.

:02:52

Only the oleanders thrived.

:02:58

Maybe the wind was the reason
my mother did what she did.