Lately, due to stress or more likely, my horrible posture, I've been waking up and going about my day with aches and pains. But here I am, sitting opposite the credits that are still rolling, and I feel this strange sensation: the aches are no longer there.
With every pulse and expansion of the aspect ratio, the knots within me have responded by sighing and unraveling. I feel like a crumpled up ball of paper that's been finally spread back out and pressed of its creases. There is this replete stillness in my heart, yet I am tumbling, soaring, zipping.
Thanks, Mr. Dolan.