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One Nice Bug Per Day
trying on a metaphor

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Love Begins
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I wonder what mummy thought on her last day here
Tired language still
Masaan (2015)
Dir. Neeraj Ghaywan
Language: Hindi
A drive to new york
you know its tough times when you haven't made a playlist on spotify for 3 months
Immersed in the world of God, the nature of things is the art that never dies. An ongoing piece that uncovers our feelings in rotation, the play that never ends. Through it, I find a speck in the air that I hold onto and make my own. An artist is a spirit medium to the art of the world, as the cosmos function and settle in its ways, we hold on to these moments, even if just for a second. Understanding the world around me and absorbing the white noise of silence, the artist only truly becomes one when they realize they are part of the art
La Chimera (2023) dir. Alice Rohrwacher
Call Me by Your Name (2017)
Dir. Luca Guadagnino
Language: English, French and Italian
Reflections of me, found in you, I found your pain and joy in my mirror too. Found a life accompanied by many, each with our spirits buried together.
Reflections of you, found in me. Sacrifice it all for the reflection of love, what does the world mean to a spiritual bond. I look for this reflection in every timeline, for the reflection of love is in the ascension of our soul
Do I speak or do I die?
What other choice are we left with? Silence masks the feelings we hold and vulnerability frees our soul. We’re taught to be strong and not to express. Vulnerability creates openings for judgement, I wonder if it stems from self or the crowd? Self acceptance is hindered through the collective conscious. My true self is found in vulnerability, in the presence of care, in the presence of self, in the presence of expression.
Do I speak or do I die?