blurring her mind with the sound of words, images reaching into darkness

a life lived by singularity is no way to exist. the castle is built and the lights flash but is anyone really there without the ability of relation? love means to be consumed; to love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. to be loved is to pass away. to love is to endure.

but i love to love, love is perfect... youtu.be/v6Fbc6BJadA?si=autATTJ2cW1myzBY

Intestines of experience

Out of the belly of cinematography

Slashed

By the reef of the revolution,

There they drag,

Leaving a bloody trace on the ground,

Shuddering from terror and repulsion,

All is ended.

Dziga Vertov

Clint ‘s 12 angry men. And much like Henry Fonda, with Hoult it is all in the eyes.