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If on a lonely night, an answer.
If Love is the answer to all that I long?
What do I do and where do I start?
Is Vulnerability a sign of birth of Love?
I've never been this open and truthful,
I decide to hold onto my will even though,
it's hurtful.
I told you about all that I long.
Yet, you held your arm
tightly around your heart.
I envied your sense of self
that kept your heart safe from blows
That were felt in mine, causing it to close.
Now I ask you,
Is Love the answer to all that I long?
La Chimera (2023) dir. Alice Rohrwacher
Gabbeh (Mohsen Makhmalbaf, 1996)
“Spiritual experience is the supreme reality in man’s life: in it the divine not proven, it is simply shown.”
— Nikolai Berdyaev, Freedom and the Spirit
All right. Have it your way. I like your cooking.
THE LIGHTHOUSE (2019) - dir. Robert Eggers
Me and My Doll, 1937, Frida Kahlo
Medium: oil,metal
Close up of clouds in various Indian Miniatures. To see a compilation from 2016, click here.
Coen Brothers Films -> Opening Title Sequences
O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000) The Big Lebowski (1998) The Hudsucker Proxy (1994) Raising Arizona (1987) Fargo (1996) No Country for Old Men (2007)
Original Songs by Alex Turner
SUBMARINE 2010 | dir. Richard Ayoade
Father of a Soldier (1964)
In Blackwater Woods
by Mary Oliver
Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders of the ponds, and every pond, no matter what its name is, is nameless now. Every year everything I have ever learned in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side is salvation, whose meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.