haunting utopia



This scene depicted above scares me.
Oh, I can feel the irony seep through my veins as you compare
this brightly lit one to the soft melancholic images I use to accompany my other posts.

But the thing is,
a mixture of emotions were incited in me as soon as I laid eyes on this image.
It's almost to say, the emotions queued up in an orderly line before they occurred.
It was awe incited by the travel bug in me, the refreshing and calming feel the ocean colours gave my eyes, and then finally, a sense of abandonment, or loneliness.

It was like the person in the photo is trapped in this perfect utopia
of color and scenery and feel and textures of coarse sand and splashing water-
which she would never be able to share with anyone. Ever.

She will lie on the coarse surface
and feel the sand etch its stories onto her back
and close her eyes as she listens to the waves crash and roar stories brought from afar...
but she's always so solitary. Always so...
alone.

a boy years later

a letter from melancholia

“And I’ll write you letters and smuggle them into your room in old film canisters, not knowing when you’ll find them. Some won’t be letters, they’ll be instructions telling you to; walk five steps, place your finger on your nose and smile. There’ll be film canisters filled with confetti that reads ‘Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me’. I’ll use silly codes to name you songs I think you’d like and you’ll find a tape under your pillow with me repeating ‘Goodnight, goodnight’ "
-Emmil's; 
(I think she wrote this herself.)

It's still a blur mess in this head of mine. I have things to extract and construct to you, word for word, so that they form a poignant and expressive story which may move and sway you unexpectedly. Things for Austen, things for Ocean. Things for everyone. Once I get this knot of mess untangled I'll write to you. I'll write and spill and share so expressively you'll drown in my abyss of emotions. Oh, the metaphor! I hope it scares and keeps you excitedly curious somewhat. I hope you'd still want to hear from me.

Take as many cares as you can.

unlikely infatuation



I like how I like their story and how it's so subtle and so expressive at the same time and all the dark and lovely elements and the ones you normally brush off as childish and pointless come together so complementary and you'll have to pay attention to notice all the small details and the secrets a man hid inside this story.

This isn't the first time I've expressed my veneration and absolute adoration for this movie but every time I chance upon a scene from the movie or even look at the photo of these two, ahhh, let's just say my spirits are lifted. This isn't a movie for the masses, and I would think not everyone would enjoy this movie, but I would say this is the movie I can call mine. That one movie where you, among your other peers, seem to love and enjoy and maybe even at some point- identify with the most.

This is the story of Oskar and how he met Eli.

// I foreshadow a writer's block looming ahead. If you do not hear from me soon, I'll be at the other end sharing my thoughts in another manner.

'Till then.
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