The dreamer, the unwoken fool.

High on a hill in El Dorado.

A year past, you ain't heard much of sound.

Now you hear everywhere.

My father said to me, "But you can't swim."

And I've never dreamed of the sea again.

With credibility,

comparison.

It won't be complicated.

It won't be interesting either.

A man can't

just sit around.

We don't make art.

We use it up.

But he didn't.

So he died.

I love my dead gay son.

Cherry Blossoms - Hanami - 6/10. One hundred and twenty-seven minutes. A husband 'looking' for his dead wife in the afterlife isn't an uninteresting idea, and yet.

If wishes were fishes,

the seas would be empty.

There's so much involved

in just maintaining.

What is our aversion

to doing what we want to do.

The myth of America.

Weighed down by too many dreams.

If you can't explain it simply,

you don't understand it well enough.

I cannot make you see the color red.

I can only make you want to see it.

We're just as happy.

That's why we're unhappy.

Well.

I won't do that.

Young blood!

If given the chance, spit fire!

It's not a matter of understanding.

If you feel it, you feel it.

If I should fall from grace with god,

then fuck him anyway.

A horrific news item

retold by small children.

We lie.

We tell you things.

The struggle itself

is enough to fill a man's heart.

Crepitation.

To make a crackling sound.

Love

is why you're starving.

Creative

morality.

The deep is in riot.

The coastline is quiet.

The earth's gravitational pull

ain't got shit on us.

A few deities praying for me.

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly - 7.5/10. Herein, I compare 'The Diving Bell and the Butterfly' to 'District 9.' While 'District 9,' through its two hours, essentially keeps you at arms length from its star, Sharlto Copley, whether through documentary footage that treats him as though he's dead, or being held captive, or running, or in an unreal situation, or in fucking battle armor, its pacing guides you, letting him slip further and further away from the initial impression of him, piece by piece, until you're right there beside him. 'Diving Bell,' in contrast, literally has you inside of the character for three-quarters of the movie, but never lets you know him. That is its flaw.