look, the salt and soil, the bark and fading light, it’s a place I know and loved but a stranger all the same. I’ve shook its hand and felt its love, introduced myself but knew not who or what or where I was. forgetting is easy and memory is a triumph. shared and built through thousands of words, the scent of their breath reminding you of a scratch on the wall you once believed was a beasts prideful stain
I…
barry enchanted me in the first watch, second time was fun but without the hope for a proper summer romance and just the dread of the inevitable conclusion, I wasn’t as charmed. still just so stunning, soundtrack slaps, and has some monologues that I think are brilliant
also—I want to see the version I had in my head that full sends on the thriller mystery, like a horrific reflective version of ‘my fair lady’ where felix transforms oliver into an unrecognizable aristocrat and then like absorbs him into the staff
