korean art film
There was a Korean art film on central last night. I’ve only watched one other such film on Malaysian TV the last time I went to visit, and last night’s show, as with the first one, moved me to tears. But both times, I could only cry after, when the TV was off and the lights were out. There’s something about these shows- I think it is the silence. The way each scene is depicted like a memory slipping out from the depths of a person’s mind, so that only certain details are attended to, and sends floods of emotion to fill each silent moment. And it’s overwhelming when afterwards you recall the beauty and sorrow of it.I have plenty to say about both films, but not enough time right now, so I shall leave it for later.
On another, though not entirely unrelated, note, I feel anger and sadness and hurt. Something of mine has gone missing; it has been lost for weeks now. And someone no longer has any time, to find it, for me.
If that sounds like self-pity it is not. I am grateful that I can look forward to meeting old friends tomorrow in my favourite school, and then a fond farewell to new ones back in office.
The pink flower standing in the bottle on my desk hasn’t wilted yet, and though I think it probably will over the weekend, it has lived a most beautiful, meaningful life!
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