If you were to open the Index of Requiem for a Dream , you would not find page numbers. You would find fractures.
Because Requiem for a Dream has no resolution—only a montage of fetal positions and shattered dreams scored to the strings of a Kronos Quartet nightmare. The index ends where it began: with a blank line. Under — see: Delusion . Index Of Requiem For A Dream
To index Requiem for a Dream is to admit that some stories cannot be summarized. Only felt. Only survived. If you were to open the Index of
The index is chronological but feels circular—because addiction does not move forward. It spirals. You can trace the entries backward: Sara Goldfarb, trembling before her wardrobe; Harry, arm rotting from the inside; Marion, trading herself for a future that already dissolved. The index ends where it began: with a blank line
The most terrible entry would be a single word: As in, This is happening. This is still happening. This will keep happening.