Toilet-paper-timelime-therapy
He walks to his refrigerator without acknowledging Christina who is sitting on the couch, scribbling her dashes on the toilet paper once again. Riggan takes out a plastic container of bologna and a jar of mustard. Ha sits in front of his dressing table, peels open the bologna and opens the jar of mustard. Slice by slice, he dips the bologna in the mustard and shoves it into his mouth.
-What are you doing? Some homework?
--I don't know... When I was in rehab, they made us do this,
-Really?
She unravels the toilet paper as she talks.
--Yeah, These dashes represent the six billion years the planet has existed. Each dash represents 1000 years.
She unravels the roll and we see that there are thousands of black marks running along the toilet paper, almost the whole. She tears the last two panels and hands them to him.
--And this is supposed to represent the entire time us humans have been here. One hundred and fifty thousand years. That's it. I guess they were trying to remind us that that's what all our egos and self-obsession are worth, A few sheets of toilet paper.