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  • Mirror



    the world holds secrets. secrets we will never know.

    they lie there, warm, cosy, hidden away, but what about me? can i not know them? can i not hear their cries, their joy, their pain?

    all is so silent. 

    it kills me! - that silence - it kills me! - The Silence - it kills me! - Silence.

    those leaves - they love to leave. i hold onto them, pulling them close, but they crumble away in my arms, their…

  • The Hypothesis of the Stolen Painting

    The Hypothesis of the Stolen Painting


    this image, the one in your hand, is of a star.

    this star, the one on the painting, which is in your hand, is a symbol of the fading aura of the artists talent, of their genius.

    well, perhaps it could be that (what you say it is), but i believe it to be as such. yes, as explained above. no matter whether the painting is within your hands.

    how could that make your opinion more valid?

    if we are…

Recent reviews

  • Werckmeister Harmonies

    Werckmeister Harmonies


    such slaves have we been to what is commonplace, that we will destroy all in order to retain what is only a shadow of what had once been.

  • My American Uncle

    My American Uncle



    life watches us at every turn, 
    like the predacious bird,
    waiting to swoop upon it’s innocent prey,
    caught so off guard in it’s blissful ignorance,
    merely merrily going on about it’s daily exercises,
    those exercises which taint every minute of a day
    with pre-decided tasks.

    the routine of the everyday,
    breeds a complacency so devout 
    that it becomes a form of religion,
    and in that separated region of existence,
    we become vulnerable to any attack which might,
    just perhaps,…

Popular reviews

  • Last Night in Soho

    Last Night in Soho


    just saw this at the London Film Festival. i’m beyond blown away.

    what seems most important lies at the heart of this masterpiece is a poignant portrayal of broken dreams and their attachment to the very foundations of our psyche. 

    the word ‘dream’ is so often thrown around, and is most of all often commonplace, stereotypically so, when attributed with careers in the arts. but is this idea of a dream not dangerous in itself, despite the fact it is…

  • The French Dispatch

    The French Dispatch


    i read somewhere - it’s likely to be on this app somewhere - that what was so alluring about Wes Anderson’s films is that he makes ‘gorgeous people’, well… strangely ordinary. although, after seeing and hugging Saoirse Ronan the other day, i can say that she is far from ordinary. 

    what is most fascinating about these, the characters of Wes Anderson’s The French Dispatch, is that, despite what we may feel, they remain nothing more than acquaintances to us.