Keyes padding himself down for his ever elusive lighter while never asking always expecting Walter to light his cigarette for him, is the most precious gesture/gag that my movie memory amounts. It’s impulse that invites intimacy and proceeds part of the process with wholehearted habit and half hinted at heart. A lovely lingering. Lapping around our listening. Containing the curt capacity of cinema where the image levels your eye and its motion memorizes the lines from head to toe for…
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Mirror 1975
Memory is mirror’s mask. Stop stare. Like so. So like.
One of my favorites. Had my reservations returning to this same conclusion foretold despite myself (as memory) as evidence again and again. I wanted to shed the baggage of all memoirs reserved amidst my moment’s motion. I went in with watched wide eyes weary to any teeny tip tark took (resort) to take (result) and secondsin I showed myself a sucker and slipped softly under it’s spell and with my…Translated from by
