i’m sorry, but i don't know that part of the routine
i've been trying to make up my mind about this one. there is intensely pessimism and past reckoning in its atmosphere. i'm pretty sure this is what suffocating feels like, and i don't mean only in a physical sense. when it comes to fear of dying or being out of reach to others as a communicating and empathic human being, this one hits me the hardest of all. It is the memories, dynamics, and movements of the bowel.
I chose a middle road between loneliness and freedom.
the first two halves looked different to me. at first, i looked enviously at the stray mona who did not belong, who did not need to feel belonging; In the second half of the movie, i started wondering if she would stay there, would it be better if she stopped, what would happen if she worked a little bit. this is exactly why it is so challenging to be Mona in…