loving you in my sleep
and waking up alone.
I imagine you working on me as an algebra problem, reducing me to fractions, crossing out common denominators, until there’s nothing left on the page but a line that says x = whatever it is that is wrong with me.
Richard Brody on Hong Sang-soo’s new movie, “Hill of Freedom”:
“In a way, the subject of the film would seem to be time—a theme that Hong introduces comically, by way of a book that Mori is reading.
But that very explicitness is a hint from Hong that the movie isn’t really about time as such, but about things that happen over time. Romance and its vagaries are among them, but the subject that underlies the entire story, one that encompasses not just the love affair but history itself, is international relations.”
Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
Before I met him, I would dance in the shower. When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him. After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry. When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears. Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life, you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again and wonder why you ever stopped.
I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.