I was just talking to a friend that if there was no cinema what I would do or what I could do. I could probably try to enter a veterinarian school or open a small guest house or grow green peppers or learn Braille and compose a novel full of raised dots.
But until then.
Until we can train our mind to see other lives, past and present, with our eyes closed. Until we have a new heart devoid of ancient defects such as empathy. Until there’s a non-stop rain that causes more melancholia than the one in Tsai Ming Liang’s apartment. Until the movie screens sprout in the forest and the trees fill them with stories.
Favourite things are never repeated, like each drop of the rain, time with friends, celluloid.
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