two hundred seventeen

I keep forgetting to hit days. My mind’s been all over the place this last fortnight, and it’s probably perplexing to be my friend.

Traveling across time and space and dimension just to catch glimpses of that which never dies, which always is: art–film. From the silent era ruled by germans to the now where the most exciting cinema happens in the least likely places: korea, the danes, and the scandinaves.

There’re so many things to talk about, but i never feel that i’ve the time to sit and pound them out on these keys.

Maybe soonishly. But, for now, pretending Truffaut: watching three a day.

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