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Mystic and Mystic alone understood the soul of the theater. It is commonly believed that people have souls, maybe animals as well, especially dogs, but places have souls as well, souls that are often richer and more varied than the soul of any single living being. Because these souls have histories that long outlive the beings that inhabit or pass through them. Only Mystic could begin to understand how, when the rest of the world had imploded so suddenly, the Landmark independent theater continued to survive.

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Switch and Fix watched the toxic smoke curl towards them as they sat on the steps of the Landmark. Silently, Fix reached for the pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket. Switch played with her knife, idly flicking it out and snapping it back in again.

“you know,” Switch said, looking into the smoke, not at Fix, “you’ll run out of those eventually.”

Fix shurgged

“and when I do, I’ll quit.”

“Touche,” Switch laughed.

anonymous

10-22-22

you left that night with another girl and I didn’t know how I felt

Because I didn’t know how much I wanted you

But I wanted you still

NPA theme: not ridding yourself of something that scares you, but understanding it

Fuck, am I too much?

…I admire your passion…when you believe in something, you believe in it. Your words mean something because every ounce of your will is behind them.

…I like your passion, like, when you believe in something, you believe in it. Your words actually mean something because, it’s like, all your willpower is behind them.

jesse 2

12/19/2022

We sow seeds. Some of them grow, some don’t. Some bloom into flowers, beautiful but impermanent. And some sprout into sturdy, solid trees, meant to last for decades.

I want to have lazy Sunday plans, roll out of bed with someone and then decide what to do together. Only worried about about what time the movie is or how long the brunch line.

I want to cry in a movie with someone I love.

women talking 2

We think of ourselves, our goals, as climbing mountains. The fallacy of this is there are always taller mountains to climb, we must always keep moving. Our progress, then, is more like the ocean, or any body of water, in its constant movement slowly but surely eroding the rock benath it, creating new shapes and softening old.

(I am allowed to talk in a pretensious way, a ‘male’ way/breifly i wonder, what will I amount to?/the anxiety overtakes me for a second)

women talking

01/25/2023

what makes something cinematic…

and here i begin to doubt my own words

they falter because i stop believing in them as i create them

what make something cinematic is the artful manipulation of coincidence. the kind that rarely happens in real life and when it does, it feels magical. you feel as though you’ve seen something you should not have. a peak behind some universal curtain

“what follows is an act of female imagination” – Women Talking

we wrest the narrative from our attackers hands

why?

always ready

what am i hoping to no longer be in pain for? what fear fuels me now?

two facets:

  1. i need to get back up so you can knock me down again, I need to ability to withstand, to continue to withstand, this one is rooted in the past
  2. i want to enjoy life, the tightening in my neck impedes me, rooted in past and present

a contradiction, a paradox: to enjoy the moment, you must release the desire to create a perfect one

how do we deal with our changing opinions of others? am I still hedging against my fear of being hurt

I speak in generalities now, specifics elude me. so much fear surrounds them. baseless fear, I believe.

  1. being in pain sucks.