Small, faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing.
Longing to be rescued. To be completed.
Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I’m not formed by things that are of myself alone.
Just as the flower doesn’t chose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be.
Only once you realize this do you become free.
And to become adult, is to become free."
**dir. by Park Chan-Wook
Happens in darkness, vanishes
Easy and often as each breath."
*excerpt of Blue Moles