I was just talking to a friend that if there was no cinema what I would do or what I could do. I could probably try to enter a veterinarian school or open a small guest house or grow green peppers or learn Braille and compose a novel full of raised dots.
But until then.
Until we can train our mind to see other lives, past and present, with our eyes closed. Until we have a new heart devoid of ancient defects such as empathy. Until there’s a non-stop rain that causes more melancholia than the one in Tsai Ming Liang’s apartment. Until the movie screens sprout in the forest and the trees fill them with stories.