Rewatched this on my flight back to LA from South Dakota on two hours of sleep + after 12 hours of a truly humbling stomach bug.
There was an older man watching it in the row in front of me which prompted me to put it on + delight secretly in the fact that we were watching it together and he didn’t even know. I wondered if he was touched by the same moments I was or if he was…
Continued my tradition of finding the film most likely to bring me to tears on a flight hehe.
Humankind is so abrasive in its existence, it intrudes upon any and every thing around it. The earth, animals, others.
Stunning sensory elements. Moon glowing in the dark ripples of pond water.
Hot pink sunsets contrasted by harsh gray skies + a cold, muddy landscape.
The muffled sounds of all that surrounds you when you’re really, really still + centered deep inside…
I could watch Elliott Gould bicker lovingly with his cat, smoke cigarettes, and mumble to himself while weaving in and out of serious situations with a light air all day long.
A man! After! My own! Heart!
I’ve never felt so seen by a character before. From the dated + organized boxes of film photos neatly tucked away to the compulsive collecting + savoring of sensory memories / banal moments of being human. Those fleeting blips of humanity often wash away unnoticed to the average eye yet, with a simple pause, they color existence so much. They make life worth living, in my opinion.
The other day I was on the…
