The Father

The Father

life happens so quickly. so much happens, and it can all seem...endless. i think we try to quantify things because logic creates stability. when we can look at life and apply logic, it makes the inexplicable (or rather the uneasiness) more bearable. 

i spent this summer looking after my nonna. she’s going through much the same as anthony. for the past hour and a half, what i felt can not be described by any decimal, letter or interval of ten. i can’t tell you how much it made me feel, only that it did.

i want to appreciate all films, if i can, like i appreciated this film. my thoughts, my feelings, my individual experiences thrust back at me by art that’s never know my existence, but that represents a piece of my life as if the art were somehow my own, that’s how i want to describe movies.

that’s how i will from now on.