Joelle's last walk (p. 221)
Joelle is thinking about what she has in her purse. She sits alone in her linen veil and pretty skirt, obliquely looked at, listening to bits of conversation she reels in out of the overall voices’ noise but seeing no one really else, the absolute end of her life and beauty running in a kind of stuttered old hand-held 16mm before her eyes […]
Context
Perched in Méliès's fiberglass lap at the party, the freebase kit already assembled in her purse: the pre-suicide life-review rendered in her native medium, hand-held 16mm. "Seeing no one really else" — the self-involvement of p. 220 demonstrated a page later.