#past lives

[tousinsteadofthem]

Rhythms of the night consume my body Just let the music confiscate my soul You think I'm lost, but that's just how you found me Well, maybe I'm the stranger After all

[bobbole]

Past Lives (2023) dir. Celine Song

Artwork by Giulia Assis

[gentle-carnage]

I have four past lives I can remember, or at least part of them. I think. They seem too oddly specific and distant(?) to be stories.

The oldest of these I can remember is around 1940.

I was a young man, maybe 25, and married to a family friend's daughter. Our mother's were friends, and we had grown up together. We had no romantic attraction towards each other but we got married anyway. She was in love with the housewife next door, but I didn't mind because I wanted her to be happy.

We were living our best before World War 2 began, in which I was shipped off. I'm unsure if I was shipped off to the Pacific or Europe, but I was in an American military.

I remember the barracks, very well. Specifically, because I roomed with multiple other soldiers and was fond of one in particular. He was brunette, pale-skinned, and had brown eyes, like the warm brown of an elk. He wore wire glasses, and his handwriting was incredible. I never confessed or made advancements to him, because I was afraid.

My sister also remembers this man, and we were in the same platoon. She was also a man and apparently slept with him, good for her.

I'm not sure if I ever made it home. But I've always understood, really felt, why a soldier would rather die on the field than come back to a *new* home, of sorts, with pity and guilt and the yearning for a duty to complete something that will never be accomplished.

They only reason this is relevant and on my mind is because I realized that I know (and have known for a while) how to use a rosary, and I'm not religious and have no catholic church members in my life. This also could explain why I picked up cursive so quickly when I was 7.

Regardless, I just wanted to talk about it :)

I might yap about the other lives later if I feel like it.

[addictivecontradiction]

Past lives, 2023

[deadithurts]

you can’t always be okay. sometimes you have to think about “who do you think we were to each other in our past lives?” “maybe we were just a bird and the branch it sat on one morning” from past lives (2023) and mourn what could have been

[midnight-sally]

Hae Sung Past Lives (2023)

[midnight-sally]

Hae Sung Past Lives (2023)