‘Suzume’: The Movie Your Inner Child Needs
“We live side-by-side with death.” And we are allowed to be afraid of it.
“We live side-by-side with death.” And we are allowed to be afraid of it.
In another country and another time when I was only twenty-two, I somehow spoke this life into being.
It sounds like a ska band, but it was really just a dang good time.
Not every experience survives translation into meaning.
From the old dresses to the guitar for someone’s kid’s lessons, I was thrilled that my trash could be someone else’s treasure.
Mental calculations fly through my head, and I cannot imagine a scenario where you kiss me and don’t spill soup all over both of us.
I stood up, ripped my curtain open, and saw the source of the commotion: a blackbird. Fluttering his wings. Inside my house.
You’ll find some lawful bikers out there, but deep down they’re in it for the thrill.
How could something so inexplicably awful happen on a day like that?
I can’t help but feel that this is the year that something is going to go horribly wrong and the IRS will come after me—or worse, secretly owe me money that the return didn’t catch.