At some point in our lives we realize things are screwed up beyond repair. So we decide to start again.
‘’Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I’m not formed by things that are of myself alone.
I wear my father’s belt tied around my mother’s blouse, and shoes which are from my uncle. This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be.’’
Stoker (2013) dir. Chan-wook Park
We would watch everything. The patterns of tree branches spreading out… the thousands of shapes clouds make. I could count the number of leaves on a tree in five hours.
sometimes you need to do something bad to stop you from doing something worse.
stoker (2013)
