reminded me of making movies with my friends as a kid :)
a fun little treat with a clever bow on top.
Pom!
reminded me of making movies with my friends as a kid :)
a fun little treat with a clever bow on top.
Pom!
an ethereal wuxia whirlwind of love and anger; once you've begun fighting, you never stop. you never go back to what came before. the past is but the brittle ashes of time.
it's a question everyone asks at some point in life. they see a mountain and want to know what's behind it. i wanted to tell him the other side may just be more of the same. looking back, home may not seem so bad after all. but he'd never listen. he was the kind of person who'd have to see for himself.
don't know how it's taken me this long.
tarky i love you 💚
if the resonance is good, the sound is good, too. and if the resonance is bad, the sound is bad, too.
edward yang was a novelist in part ~ all of his films feel like these vast ventures into the human soul, into modern discontents in all their existential glory, told with gorgeous, pristine prose, and constantly memorable monologues and dialogues.
here we say one thing and do another, feel one way internally and project another way externally, here we cannot even tell what we ourselves feel, afflicted with imposter syndrome and endless hypocrisy, only ending at death...or is there another…