sometimes I write these psychotic letterboxd reviews for my few followers to ignore. This is maybe the first sixth of this one. But as I was writing this paragraph, I realized I accidentally just did my own version of Woody’s opening monologue from Annie Hall
@EmoFoucault There’s no way that content can be very lucrative for these types. Is it just to feel smart?… but then that’s so pathetic, because your only audience can be one that doesn’t know better.
Put a maps pin down in my favorite humble hiding spot in Père Lachaise. But I might remove it because even if the search for it each time is a bit worrisome, there’s nothing like the magic of having found it again
For many, these images will not yet be legible. one day, maybe. for others, however, we understand. sometimes you just gotta be on a vibe to appreciate it