"Garbage bags are like black holes. When you throw things in, they're gone. Out of sight, out of mind. It's so damn easy. It's a done deal."

But can we really let go of the things the define us tho?

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it is always other people that have to suffer through years and years of shared histories and memories and the people who brought about this suffering always realize it a bit too late than most. sometimes they never realize it at all. having seen that in a filmic representation hurts no less than experiencing it in real life. i guess that's really how most narratives go. is there ever anything we can do about it? live with your own guilt and don't run away, says aim.

learn to choose the things to keep in life.

my sentimental pisces ass was hurting while watching !

I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye. I'm sorry for never getting in touch with you. I'm sorry I never asked about your life. I'm sorry I'm like this. I'm sorry for never saying sorry.

I see a lot of my past self in Jean, it's uncanny and at the same time heartbreaking that I was reminded of the things that I can't let go until now.

as a memory hoarder who has a lot of repressed emotions, i feel atTACKED. this is my first nawapol thamrongrattanarit, but could also be my last bc i don't know where else to find his movies. (((please put mary is happy, mary is happy on netflix, i've been looking for it everywhere for years.)))

Funny how photographs and things at home can magically take us back to a certain time and feeling. When the heart remembers, it's never easy to let go.

I think the realities told in this film are narratives we constantly find ourselves in and yet barely are they spoke of, let alone shared, as they're like clutters of one's own room. Each of us only versed by our own ways of tidying up: which baggages we keep, which are useful, which are not, which belongings we haven't touched for a while, which things we only borrowed, and aren't even our own.

There's always only going to be so much room. This film made me think how each of us have our own ways of dealing with our own clutter, our own ways of creating more spaces to breathe better within the consolations of our lives.

We are never really whole at this point. We have given up parts of us to other people along the way. And seeing them just toss in to their very own plastic blackholes when it sparks no joy, stings the most.

Imagine seeing a part of you, forgotten forever., without you even knowing it.

Nawapol is starting to be my favorite writer/director.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

"When I had good news, I was dying to call you but I couldn't. When I had bad news and I had no one to turn to, I couldn't call you either."
— Aim

Declutter things always hard, especially when they hold memories in it.

the past is just the past, please leave it behind.. #notetoself #uhuk

Happy Old Year gives old stuff—reminiscent of the past, ones that might no longer spark joy—lives or, at least, memories to hold on in this story about the art of letting go. (3/4)