It Was Romance

“This is how we are different from other animals, she said. But keep your eyes open so you can see the cloth. We all had white cloth napkins over our faces, and the light glowed through them. It seemed brighter under there, as if the cloth actually filtered out the darkness that was in the rest of the room — the dark rays that come off things and people. The instructor walked around as she talked so that she was everywhere at once. Her face and permed hair were forgotten; there was just the voice and the white light, and these two things combined felt like the truth

You will never be a part of the world. She was standing quite near.

Humans make their own worlds in the small area in front of their face. Now she was across the room.

Why do you think we are the only animal that kisses? She was near again.

Because the area in front of our faces is our most intimate zone. She drew a breath. This is why humans are the only romantic animal!”

That was from Miranda July’s short story collection, No One Belongs Here More Than You.

Yesterday evening after my internship, I went up to the French Institute to see the special screening of Tokyo!, a film collaboration between Michel Gondry, Leo Carax, and Bong Joon-Ho with a couple of friends. Long story short, it was kind of like Paris, Je T’aime with a mixture Tekkonkinkreet’s cinematography, which a few shots reminded me of Moto’s Untitled (Scapes) project.

Later on, they all came over and Titanic just happened to be showing on TBS, so we watched it. They went home half way, so I finished it alone. That movie always makes me fucking bawl.