“Her and Lost In Translation are connected to each other. They’re very much on the same wavelength. They explore a lot of the same ideas. This all makes sense since Spike Jonze and Sofia Coppola were married from 1999 to 2003 and had been together for many years before that. Sofia Coppola had already made her big personal statement in regards to love and marriage right when the couple was on the verge of divorce; Her would be Spike Jonze’s answer to those feelings. What makes it even more poignant is that Her never feels resentful or petty. It feels more like a legitimate apology. It’s an acknowledgement that, in the end, some people aren’t meant to be with each other in the long run. Some people do grow apart. Lost in Translation is about a couple on the verge of growing apart, Her is about finally letting go of the person you’ve grown apart with and moving on.”
Because our house has a shortage of power sockets, behind nearly every electrical appliance we tend to have one of those lengthy power socket ports, or whatever you call them. There’s one behind our television, which is funny since we never turn on our tv except for during occasional dinner times, when everyone in the family runs out of something to remark on or complain about, when there’s either a lack of warmth or too much warmth and we want some digitized background noise to distract ourselves from the misery of having human company. (It’s also funny because, in the end, I don’t think any of us actually want to be alone, but I guess that depends on how you define the word.) And sometimes, after dinner, when the dishes are washed and dried and the scent of detergent mingles in the air with the dying sounds of a kettle near boil, it’s up to me to turn off the tv and unplug it because everyone else is busy or lazy with their own activities and thoughts. Don’t ask me why it has to be unplugged, I think we’re all just afraid of the possibility of having some freak electrocution incident from plugged electronics, although honestly the act of unplugging it might be more dangerous because it involves bare skin and the wet urge to throw up from eating too much. It’s because of this fear that, ever since I was old enough to be allowed to unplug things like the tv, kettles, computers and mobile phone chargers, I’ve always been extra careful of trying to remove the (in my case) three-pronged power plug. I did it so slowly, because sometimes the plug would get stuck in the socket/outlet (especially the outlet, because it always feels as if any sudden movement would just loosen all of the plastic components and everything would fall apart), and I’d just freeze, thinking what if it would never come out, what if I accidentally electrocute myself forcing it out, and I’m an only child so what will my parents do if I suddenly die and there’s no one to support them when they grow old. It’s just funny, because today, for all these varying reasons stemming from the past month or two, I just grew sick of these fears, and instead of my usual slow method of coaxing the plug out, I yanked it out. (It’s also funny because in hindsight I’m pretty sure this was actually in reality less dangerous than the fearful extrication I used to commit in the past.) There’s no other words to elaborate upon this, but I guess after all of these years of unfounded fear and shakiness (and now I’m no longer talking about merely the power plug/socket/outlet) I just made a random analogy in regards to my life in general. How it’s actually so easy to give no shits about your fear, when the time calls for it, how I can so easily, at any time, pull the plug on my life and everything that had messed it up, or allowed me to mess it up, in the first place.
As long as you try, but you’re not even trying.
넌 날 사랑하지 않아도.
Goldmund - Stereotype Lovesong feat. YUKARI (Cabinett remix) (“Unplanned Works”, 2014)
The sight of cotton balls pains me. Too soft and easily defeated when in contact with water. Taking baths traumatized me until I was five. One of the most happy-looking photos of me was taken when I was in the bath though. Smiles pain me, when they don’t reach the eyes.
"Don’t do this."
“No, you did this.”
3rd Line Butterfly - 깊은 밤 안개 속 (A Heavy Night Fog) (“Nine Days Or a Million”, 2009)
I who say you are a dream am also a dream. A trivial interval equivalent to the passage from morning to night.
Was I to you and you to me, a feeling?
It was my own actions that made me feel alone, so it’s no one else’s fault. Worthless people don’t have a right to play the victim card when they don’t know the rules of the game.
When they say singularity is approaching, I want no part of it.
Your indecisiveness really hurt me.
在这个世界里当作一个为了存在奋斗的人会带来一种无法脱离的寂寞。 假设不管人怎么样去互相寻求或者伤害对方, 他们还是不能沟通, 那最后他们还能相信什么呢？
I'm not sad, I'm tired.
I slept too much today.