Day-to-night, intertwining lives.
Young love, awkward humour.
Nurturing female friendships.
Sincere listeners with sincere faces.
Questions as replies.
Soul-baring conversations over meals.
Haiku-like lines, classical music.
Praises of snow, poetry, cows’ eyes.
Mild manners and gentle speech.
Sensitive gazes, sensitive postures.
The (self-)portrayal of men (hence redeeming?) -
immature, inferior, cowardly.
How elusive and impossible love is.
How strong and true infatuations are.
How beauty imprisons - and frees - us.
And the plain, eternal meaning of it all.
Photo: The Woman Who Ran film still
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