when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live…recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it…… that’s the real shit
i think it is very depressing that like every aesthetic people try to emulate are of people doing things but they themselves are incapable of being somebody that does things… the mall goth 2005 aesthetic revived in 2022 but nobody goes to the mall to be annoying and weird and nobody lets themselves be cringe… the cottagecore aesthetic but nobody knows how to raise gardens or live self sufficiently … the dark academia aesthetic but nobody actually reads books…. The obsession of looking like you are a type of person who does something without actually doing anything … the Instagram effect
“In Chungking, Wong moves beyond the traditional problems specific to a dehumanized, industrial society. To set the scene of modern dislocations and isolation, he begins to experiment with the narrative as well as the visual fragmentation of the space of the film by breaking it into two all but disconnected stories associated with one fast-food counter.”
“Beautiful Resistance: The Early Films of Wong Kar-wai” by Martha P. Nochimson
Cinéaste, FALL 2005, Vol. 30, No. 4 (FALL 2005), pp. 9-13
“Faye’s devotion to ‘California Dreamin,’ her nearly maddening mantra, is as insistent as Wong’s dedication to the 'emotions’ of inanimate objects: desperate to find a final tin of pineapple on the eve of its expiry date, #223 berates the Circle K clerk who’s already discarded them for ignoring 'the feelings of the cans,’ while #663, upon returning to his flooded flat, wonders to himself whether he’d forgotten to turn off the tap or if his apartment is simply growing sentimental.”
“TIME PIECES: WONG KAR-WAI AND THE PERSISTENCE OF MEMORY” by Chuck Stephens
Film Comment, JANUARY-FEBRUARY 1996, Vol. 32, No. 1 (JANUARY-FEBRUARY 1996), pp. 12-18
you are loved. on quiet days that feel meaningless, during long nights when loneliness consumes you, when you’re reminiscing and grieving the past, on good days that feel like warmth and light, always remember that you are loved.
