I really don't need more middle aged white assholes talking about how everything in existence is pointless and that nothing we do matters. bullshit. who cares what happens billions of years from now or if we're remembered for generations, if we can affect people in this life, and create feelings of beauty and meaning to others then that's enough. none of us are gonna live to see the earth be destroyed by the sun, we don't need to worry about that, and it doesn't matter if when that happens, that we lose these moments. because we had them, we lived them and the memories of them lived with us, and the people who we meant something to. there's enough nihilism…

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He looked out the window. She was all finished packing, except for a couple of personal things. He couldn't reach her. His touch flew into the wind. His embrace collapsed into the fabric of her clothes. But he never stopped watching. The pane of the window obscured the U-Haul, but he could tell it was already full. It was time for her to go.

She roamed around the empty space for a little while. Left a note in a crevice of the framework. Just a reminder of the life once inhabiting its texture. All the memories were already fading. He couldn't stop it. And above all else, her precious piece of paper was just too far buried for his…

It comes as no surprise that the party scene is the most controversial scene in the film. It is, after all, a moment in which an entire film's worth of quiet contemplation gives way to a flowery, pretentious monologue about nihilism. I can see how that would be jarring and ultimately unnecessary as a stylistic choice, but I deeply disagree with all of the criticism I've read that tackle it from a more philosophical perspective. It's not that I agree with the monologue's content; it's more so that I view the entire film, and especially everything that comes after that monologue, as a strong and deliberate refutation of everything the guy argues for. The fundamental theme I take away from…