:: kaonashi ::
sen ga hoshii desu. he said. sabishii. he said. but there was no expression, there could be none.
offer me what you may, i am in no need of anything you can hold in your hands.__stay unseen for as long as you desire, i'll leave this door open.
i remember seeing a few tears, for the first time, after watching the tunnel fade away into the dark screen.
now, watching her, with a bright violet ribbon, walk through the silent dark, i cannot help myself from crying as well.__miyazaki has always had that effect on me, it's in a way, like a beautiful torture, like a tender reminder of the omnipresence of pain.__ tonari no totoro broke my heart into a million pieces, i can still see the enormous animal merely staring out into the world with a silent innocence that crawls up beneath my skin and makes my every hair stand up in reverence of the magnificence of the simplest of gestures.__the amazing effects of light among the pastures, as if this was not an imitation, as if living could be achieved just -and justly- through the eyes; those raindrops make me think that what is poorly imaged is what goes on outside this window of mine.__ nausicaa showed me the way through japanese, the simplest "ah, mushidarou" excited beyond belief the yearning implanted one day of february, the possibility of all ending in a second and coming back to what it was once supposed to be marveled me and marvels me still.__but i never saw the whole movie, not at least on a conscious level; although i know large parts of the dialogues, i cannot say for certain what it is about.__mononoke hime took me by surprise; instead of the sweet sorrows hidden by the cuddly appearance of characters, herein lay the most violent approach to humanity i could have related to.__ it showed me the way to justify my fear and loathing of what i was born being, for, when something so frightful can be portrayed in such a beautiful manner, there is no more struggle for comprehension: all else must be left unsaid.__and now i meet again with chihiro, again i have to face the threat of not being able to take a single step towards this side of the tunnel, again having tears run up to my eyes begging to be released in a world not as bitter as that one being showed.__for only with these tears can the river be made and the journey start.
coming in through my ears:: For no one//The Beatles