waiting for the moment to pass...now this one

speaking of ingmar bergman films that make me mirror face that thing i hate in myself about humanity and all, from the picture about the artist, who goes mad on the island, when he can't sleep because of terrors and he lights a match and looks, and they watch for the minute hand to drag itself over the whole dial....it seems like that long, only it keeps going....it never ends, it simply never just shuts off....and rests....