#23.7.23

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

I really want the Mamoru Miyano host guy to be a main character but he’s not in the ED so :(

[laulappa]

Happy 7th 23rd of the 2023 !

[backpacking2024]

I BOOKED MY FLIGHT!!!!! HOOOOOLYYYY SHIT ITS OFFICIAL

I have no choice now KAJDJDJSJS I'm DOING IT. 5th of Jan 6:25am baybee!!! one way baybee!! landing in Bali at 9:15!! I knew the flight would be cheap flying from Australia (when u hit Darwin they make you get out and swim lmfao) but I got it for 380 bucks! super happy with that! will be flying from Melb to Adelaide on Dec 20 to have Christmas with family and say goodbye, then flying out of Adelaide. probably could've gotten it cheaper from Melbourne but I wanted to see my family off.

really digging into my planning. starting to compile hostels and stops I def want to do. I think I definitely want to get my PADI license in Malaysia or Thailand. every source has told me it'll be $500, but in most places that includes your accommodation and meals so I do want to splurge on that.

I also want to do a Muay Thai camp in Thailand! I absolutely love boxing and MMA so I love the idea of staying in one of the camps for a few weeks! I think the cost is around 250 for a 2 week stay which again includes a room and meals. there are months long options as well 😳 I wanna get so buff

also sorting my workaways. I definitely want 2 in Indonesia, one is on a village fruit farm in West Java and the other one is another farm in South Sumatra. they both have lots of reviews so I think they're safe options for my first time using it :3

further on is cleaning up beaches in Langkawi Island in Malaysia.

After that it's mostly hostel work. there's a lot of paid positions available in Japan and the working holiday visa doesn't seem too complex to get. only I'll have to have a detailed plan on my Japan travels and can only apply from Australia 😬 so I'll have to apply now and have a bulletproof itinerary for like 10 months from now and I don't even know when exactly I'll arrive! it's a big pickle. you can't even volunteer in Japan without a working visa so even if I don't want to make money, just saving money by working/volunteering for board isn't doable, which is how I was planning to be able to travel Japan without blowing a heap of money 😬😬 will check it out further and ask around.

My Bali, Malaysia, Thailand, Cambodia and Vietnam itineraries are shaping up. once I train into China though things get pretty rough. and after Japan it's basically up in the air. I plan to fly from Tokyo to Kathmandu, Nepal and do a tea farm workaway. Then India, which I'm super excited but intimidated by and I have no idea what route I'll take aha. Would still love to then do Pakistan, Jordan and Turkey but I'll see how much time/money I have by then. will end in Austria to see my best mate. Might spend Christmas with them 😳

166 days to go 😩

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[frenchiepal]

23.7.23 🌌 today's menu: giving my desk a makeover to procrastinate working on my term paper and ending up looking for sources anyway

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'23.7.23 飛火野～春日大社参道にて

森の中特集。この時期は多く撮影することが多い場所です。

なぜかって？･･日の当たる場所は暑いじゃないですかｗ

この日も陽が昇るとじわじわ気温が上がってきました。最高気温35℃の予���。ゆっくりと撮り進んで、春日さんの参道へ出ます。

[svengaakuinhirvi]

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[ayupanthony]

unchanging - 23.7.23/31.12.23

[photo id: i’m scared this is all i will ever be. a squeezing, wrenching, pulsing heart on plate. wetly throbbing muscle beating hopelessly. i require the warmth produced by another man to be productive, otherwise the body i care for will die. i have been told to be grateful for my body but why should i when it feels like all it does is drag me down. a brain that can’t solve maths problems, a heart that can’t write poetry. i am only a scarred liver and bruised pair of lungs that work overtime to keep me living and breathing and working.]

[salamiinbits]

Smouldering ruins

(32x32 pixels, originally created 23.7.23 for Pixel Dailies theme "burned")

[thirdrowcentre]

It's that time again. A few years ago I decided I would try and watch two films I'd never seen before each week. This year I've watched 374.

These are some of the ones that stood out.

JANUARY

The Leopard (dir. Luchino Visconti, 1963). Watched 1.1.23 at BFI Southbank

Benediction (dir. Terence Davies, 2021). Watched 11.1.23

Gangubai Kathiawadi (dir. Sanjay Leela Bhansali, 2022). Watched 17.1.23

The Swimmer (dir. Frank Perry, 1968). Watched 30.1.23.

Comizi d’amore (dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini, 1964). Watched 31.1.23

FEBRUARY

Ugetsu Monogatari (dir. Kenji Mizoguchi, 1953). Watched 7.2.23

Wings (dir. Larisa Shepitko, 1966). Watched 22.2.23

Mirror (dir. Andrei Tarkovsky, 1975). Watched 24.2.23

MARCH

Born in Flames (dir. Lizzie Borden, 1983). Watched 2.3.23

Yi Yi (dir. Edward Yang, 2000). Watched 5.3.23

Taste of Cherry (dir. Abbas Kiarostami, 1997). Watched 6.3.23

Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles. (dir. Chantal Akerman, 1975). Watched 11.2.23 at BFI Southbank

Judex (dir. Georges Franju, 1963). Watched 12.3.23

Transit (dir. Christian Petzold, 2018). Watched 14.3.23

A Man Escaped (dir. Robert Bresson, 1956). Watched 19.3.23

Bellissima (dir. Luchino Visconti, 1951). Watched 31.3.23

APRIL

Army of Shadows (dir. Jean-Pierre Melville, 1969). Watched 2.4.23

Jacquot de Nantes (dir. Agnès Varda, 1991). Watched 10.4.23

Where is the friend’s house? (dir. Abbas Kiarostami, 1987). Watched 13.4.23

John Wick: Chapter 4 (dir. Chad Stahelski, 2023). Watched 16.4.23 at BFI IMAX

Charulata (dir. Satyajit Ray, 1964). Watched 27.4.23

Night and Fog (dir. Alain Resnais, 1956). Watched 28.4.23

MAY

Thirst (dir. Park Chan-wook, 2009). Watched 3.5.23

Return to Seoul (dir. Davy Chou, 2023). Watched 7.5.23 at Curzon Hoxton

The Eight Mountains (dir. Felix van Groeningen, Charlotte Vandermeersch, 2023) Watched 12.5.23 at Curzon Hoxton

The Five Devils (dir. Léa Mysius, 2022). Watched 24.5.23

Nostalgia for the Light (dir. Patricio Guzmán, 2010). Watched 31.5.23

JUNE

Citadel (dir. John Smith, 2021). Watched 1.6.23

It’s Always Fair Weather (dir. Stanley Donen, Gene Kelly, 1955). Watched 10.6.23 at BFI Southbank 35mm.

Service for Ladies (dir. Alexander Korda, 1932). Watched 11.6.23 at BFI Southbank 35mm *nitrate*

And Life Goes On (dir. Abbas Kiarostami, 1992). Watched 14.6.23

Be Natural: The Untold Story of Alice Guy (dir. Pamela Green, 2018). Watched 19.6.23

King and Country (dir. Joseph Losey, 1964). Watched 20.6.23

JULY

London (dir. Patrick Keiller, 1994). Watched 3.7.23

Conquest of the Planet of the Apes (dir. J. Lee Thompson, 1972). Watched 14.7.23

Barbie (dir. Greta Gerwig, 2023). Watched 21.7.23 at BFI Southbank

Oppenheimer (dir. Christopher Nolan, 2023). Watched 23.7.23 at BFI IMAX. 70mm IMAX

I’m Not There (dir. Todd Haynes, 2007). Watched 28.7.23

AUGUST

Three Blind Mice (dir. William A. Seiter, 1938). Watched 17.8.23

Corridor of Mirrors (dir. Terence Young, 1948). Watched 22.8.23

World of Apu (dir. Satyajit Ray, 1959). Watched 26.8.23

L���argent (dir. Robert Bresson, 1983). Watched 31.8.23

SEPTEMBER

Past Lives (dir. Celine Song, 2023). Watched 3.9.23 at Curzon Soho.

Austenland (dir. Jerusha Hess, 2013). Watched 8.9.23

Lady Vengeance (dir. Park Chan-wook, 2005). Watched 19.9.23

News from Home (dir. Chantal Akerman, 1977). Watched 20.9.23

Edge of Tomorrow (dir. Doug Liman, 2014). Watched 28.9.23

OCTOBER

Killers of the Flower Moon (dir. Martin Scorsese, 2023). Watched 8.1.23 at Royal Festival Hall. London Film Festival

Judgement at Nuremberg (dir. Stanley Kramer, 1961). Watched 12.10.23

The Stranger and the Fog (dir. Bahram Beyzai, 1974). Watched 14.10.23 at BFI Southbank. London Film Festival. 35mm

I am Not a Witch (dir. Rungano Nyoni, 2017). Watched 26.10.23

Contraband (dir. Michael Powell, 1940). Watched 30.10.23 at BFI Southbank

NOVEMBER

Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives (dir. Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2010). Watched 9.11.23.

Anatomy of a Fall (dir. Justine Triet, 2023). Watched 15.11.23 at Curzon Hoxton

Citizens Band (dir. Jonathan Demme, 1977). Watched 21.11.23

DECEMBER

Oh, Rosalinda!! (dir. Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger, 1955). Watched 2.12.23 at BFI Southbank. 35mm

How to Have Sex (dir. Molly Manning Walker, 2023). Watched 10.12.23 at the Garden cinema.

Tish (dir. Paul Sng, 2023). Watched 22.12.23

Fallen Angels (dir. Wong Kar-wai, 1996). Watched 29.12.23

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Other highlights included: Stop Making Sense (twice!) on BFI IMAX. Tears of joy, dancing in my seat. Black Narcissus on nitrate at the BFI Southbank. Crying all the way through The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp at BFI Southbank. Showing someone L’Atalante and I Know Where I’m Going, two of my favourite films, in my favourite cinema (again, BFI Southbank). The terrible Fast X, in Vue Leicester Square with one of my best friends. Walking through Shoreditch on a Saturday night, maybe the most heterosexual place imaginable, to watch Bottoms at Curzon Aldgate. Talking and crying about Jonathan Demme at a house party with a stranger. Sitting and sobbing, breathless, after How to Have Sex - steeling myself and walking home thinking about my life, the lives of all the young women I know. Watching Aftersun for the second time at the beginning of the year with my youngest sister, floods of tears overtaking us both. Seven Samurai on the BFI IMAX with my best friends. The Hunger on 35mm at the Prince Charles Cinema, with more of my best friends. And screening Some Like it Hot on 16mm in the tiny theatre at the back of Ümit and Son in Clapton, surrounded by loving, beautiful people who make me who I am.

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

delightful episode and also everytime i watch this i forget that genjitsu no mysterium is the OP and it’s a pleasant treat every time

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23.7.23

Hearth

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[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

anime

[juliasphotoarchives]

23.7.23

[snakenuggers]

[TUNNEL]

I see it in your eyes. You’re scared, don’t be. Everything will be okay.

A long time ago, I thought that life was an eternal joyride, that the ends of the universe were seamless and that everything that soured would sweeten again. Now I know that life is an endless tunnel labyrinth, that the universe is so small and that sour always remains a bitter pill to swallow.

I’ve been walking for as long as I can remember, down the twists and turns of this tunnel that I’m in. The more I walk, the more my memories fade, but I am still haunted by the echoes and whispers of the steps I once took. Will they ever leave? No one knows, but I think not, for they have latched onto my soul with their gentle claws, invisible and unshakable. Now, I have become an empty shell, mindlessly ploughing on just because it is a one way path. These years of trudging on and on have made me weary, and I know that if I push forward, the same twists and turns will follow me to the end of time. Left, right, left...

There is a canyon beside this narrow path my feet balance on, it is vast. Sometimes a stream of water sparkling brighter than a thousand suns flows through, singing its lullaby. When that happens, walking just doesn’t feel right, so I start speeding up, running, sprinting and I can almost see the light at the end... and the water disappears. Sometimes the canyon tears apart into a massive fission, deep dark and bleak. But for some reason, it is enticing. It serenades me, beckoning me to fall. I often find myself wondering, what’s down there? Perhaps that’s the end of the tunnel. Would you believe? I’ve almost jumped in before. Twice, I’ve sat with my legs swinging off the ledge of the path, staring down into the innite abyss of black. I could never do it. And now, the fissure hasn’t reappeared since my last thousand steps. Maybe next time.

Once in a blue moon, I receive a letter. These letters are one of, if not the only things I look forward to every time. Each letter is slightly different, but one thing always remains the same. When opened, a burst of colour will flood the air, setting fire to the walls. Huge, gleaming flames will lick whatever they touch, consuming nothing but the cold dismal gloom. In flames, messages lie, awaiting. They tell me about the outside world, and though I can’t see it, I can smell – the freshly cut grass atop a hill; feel – the drops of salty water pelting my skin; hear – the shivers of the wind as it breezes by.

It sends a wave of electrifying wonder down my spine, and I can’t help but wish that I can see it for myself. Or maybe, just maybe, none of this is real. Maybe there is no outside world, and all there is to life is this maze. In that case, I would like to laugh in the face of life, laugh and then cry a bit and laugh again till I can no more. Why? Perhaps I’m too delirious with pain and sadness, or perhaps my dreams are simply too big and I’ve now realised no dream is worth chasing.

And perhaps you’re right, I’m scared. Trepidation resides in my joints, and with each step I take it multiplies. I fear facing the fact that walking might be all I’ll ever do, and that if there is something outside of this tunnel, it’ll be nothing like what I envisioned.

But you’re wrong too. Look around. Nothing will ever be okay.

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