05 / 18 / 2025

I watched the movie Mirror (1975) the other day from Tarkofsky. The movie was so sublime, relying heavily on a narrative in which you'd have to pull up your bootstraps and walk into the screen yourself to understand.
I think my favorite thing about the film was the main character, The Mother who is played by Margarita Terekhova. I loved the air and grace that she carried with her. How easy it was for me to immerse myself into her surroundings and feel the pain she felt - though obviously not to the same degree in which she experienced it, I could still feel the pangs on my heart.
The fog I referenced in my last entry, back yonder, is now so clear infront of my face that I never realized how much of an optical illusion this fog that i was looking at was.
Do you ever love someone so much you have to ask yourself why you stay in the same molding and rotting chair, waiting for their return. Your pants have long since been consumed by the forces of nature and you're so hungry, seeing how the clouds can still fade in and out leave you questioning what their living water is. You can feel the threads that you hold on so tightly to withering away from the intensity of your grasps. Then suddenly the sun appears and you feel like you've never felt before.