Mood:
Topic: Movies
The Alley Theater was closed, its steps effectively darkened by the flip of a switch.
Trampoline, walking upon the sight of children's heads, which are now reaching over the walls of their yard with the help of a trampoline,
Someone can use the water in their body as a form of dictation. Where you can leave something long enough for it to become an exigency, like a cauldron in the hearth.
I was good, dropping by like that.
When we left "The Goat" which could be described as a regional delivery, unacceptable, and walked into "The Pianist" at Angelika. It was my brother and I in coats, for the weather outside had a way with our lymph that we tried to act against.
And I remember an overpowering urge to taste jelly in that movie, I remember that, it was that urge that was more filling than the jelly, because my upper legs were dark with winter, my arms were covered with dyed wool, and the impression of jelly coupled with the sensation of the clothing made me deliriously happy, even in the presence of Roman Polanksi.




