manifestations of my familiar or this morning i saw seven deer, including two peach fuzz stubble stubby new antlerbois, six turtles, one barely the size of a beer bottle cap, and one paint splatter princess
“A film or a painting – each thing is its own sort of language and it’s not right to try to say the same thing in words...The words are not there. The language of film, cinema, is the language it was put into, and the English language – it’s not going to translate. It’s going to lose.”
“I don’t ever explain it. Because it’s not a word thing. It would reduce it, make it smaller."
ah yes my favourite movie about becoming lost in a created identity and trying to escape from your past only for it to come back to haunt you in ways you could never have imagined, [looks at smudged writing on my hand] perfect drug