laura’s review published on Letterboxd:
i think we’re all just constantly stretching our capacity to feel & so nothing ever really brims over, never really feels finished. and that’s okay because after a while you aren’t looking for some ideal, you’re looking for something tangible. not something to complete you but something that will open you up further.
maybe there are limits on what we can share with one person, and we feel defeated because of that. betrayed by our own choices, or our inability to see something all the way through. but it’s much more instinctual than that, i think. maybe endings aren’t failures but just… endings. not signs of aimlessness but signs of life, of living, of embracing the endless capacity we are in possession of.