«life itself was like a book borrowed from the library—something that did not belong to me and was due to expire. how silly»
eileen walks through the snow, but it's not snow that clings to her. it's the smell of her mother's old clothes, the weight of a life she never wanted. the film captures that hollow loneliness, the way she builds rebecca into an idol just to deny herself. fantasies of escape, of violence, of being seen. maybe some people need a push to start a new life. maybe others just need permission to let the old one expire.
