ever shed a single tear and let it roll down your face and neck, until finally its absorbed into some kind of clothing.
i was listening to sinead o’connor this afternoon and shed a few tears for no reason. maybe its the tiredness setting in.
sometimes i feel like my life is a series of jump cuts. not placed there purposely, or stylistically to make a point, either. not like godard or the new wave.
no, the discontinuity is there all by itself.
i heart this trailer so…