Signs and the Seventh Seal
Some 2 days ago I saw this photograph from a book I’ve ignored for the longest time. It sat beside an overhead projector which I had accidentally painted on with muted green acrylic.
And then last night I flipped a coin choosing between two films and ended up with the one where the photograph was taken from.
Been a while since something spoke to me in this fashion. I had never seen the golden hour my entire life the way it looked like yesterday. A cat literally gave birth above my head, noticed a colour I had been drawn to, after a year.
It seems we do not really waste away when we have nothing but a choice to make, because the time that is devoted to experience is the only milk for our wronged bones.
Nothing is ever that bland – anymore or never after can’t change that.
hi armi. i’d just like to ask what movie is this you’re talking about?
it’s really interesting when certain movies speak to us as if it was created just for us.
just like watching an adaptation of your life, only a certain actor/actress portrays as you.