someone watched subtitles 01 and said that it reminded him of derek jarman... i still can't see the resemblance, although i tried to investigate.. incidentally it lead me to more blue. he made a film when he went blind, slowly dying of aids, a collection of voiceovers against a perfect cerulean screen for an hour and a half...
over the weekend my mother told me a story of a man surviving being struck by a lightening.
>> you know what -- goodbye. she said and threw plastic flower bouquet into the waste basked next to her desk, with passionate sense of determination. -- yes, goodbye,-- i said mockingly and raised my brows in amusement. -- you see, someone else hadn't had a heart to get rid of these when they were moving office.. so i kept them. but i never liked them. and now that's it. that's enough. --yes goodbye, i repeated understanding better and smiled. a little earlier she told me she was quitting her job, the one she hated for too long, the one that made her angry.<<
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