Thursday, September 06, 2007

Before Sunset

Today I feel like gathering the fanciful things I love and putting them into one big post.
I won't though. I will say that I had a lovely low-key holiday full of coziness, good movies and a certain vampire bunny-cat. Just now, under good musical advisement, I am listening to M. Ward and loving esp. Poison Cup. Also, that I rode on a snow-white Stella scooter on Saturday and (silly with alliteration,) it was the first time I saw this city I live in the way someone sees someone seeing a city that he has really loved. (I imagine/hope I gave S.L.C. to people from that perspective.) I read an article somewhere about meaningful sex happening b/c someone loves the way you see (as opposed to fun but flimsy sex with those we love for the way they look). And thought it came near what is said in Before Sunset about really looking hard at someone and in that way, taking them in.

Celine: "I mean, I always feel like a freak because I'm never able to move on. You know. People just have an affaire, or even... entire relationships... They break up and they forget! They move on like they would have changed a brand of Cereals! I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with. Because each person have… you know, specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. That's why I'm very careful with getting involved, because... It hurts too much. Even getting laid. I actually don't do that… I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things. Maybe I'm crazy, but... When I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why... I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk, or... ants, crossing the road...the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk... Little things. I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details,so specific to each other, that move me, and that I miss, and... will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. Like I remember the way...your beard has a little bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow that...that morning, right before you left. I remember that "

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