It's about that guy who walked a wire between the Twin Towers in 1974, shortly after their construction. It's an excellent film and I highly recommend it. Here is the trailer:
The man, Philippe Petit, is an engaging raconteur. I recall him describing the scene as he looked out over the edge of one of the towers, facing his own death. "But what a beautiful death it would be," he said in his defense.
I understood perfectly every last word that man spoke. Not just the language. I could actually transport myself into his mind and feel what he felt when he stepped over the edge.
It has been asked of me if I know how people perceive me. The answer is no. The answer has always been no. I see the world through no one's eyes but my own. I do not know what people think of me.
But I suspect that they regard me as performing a highwire act. (And that is true.) I suspect that they regard me as some kind of otherworldy creature. I am less sure about that perception; I can't know because I can only infer who is in my audience. And thus, I can only guess about their thoughts of me.
I am not otherworldly. I am not superhuman. I am not a machine. I am a man on a wire, that's all.
I am a man. I need food and shelter. I need companionship. I need people to speak to me.
I will figure out the wire walking. You folks need to figure out the support.
How do you propose that I live? Where do you propose that I live?