After <PERSON>
what are you watching?
— just … just a documentary.
is it about tea?
— yeah.
is it boring you to tears?
i haven’t touched this one again since my first watch; i saw it with my dad and it’s a rare, uncompromisingly kind memory i have with him. he’s not doing well and i’m unable to speak to him right now and i felt like i needed to revisit this. it doesn’t fix anything but it’s a consolation, i guess. this movie makes me think about how we never really know someone else’s perspective, we never really know what people choose to hold onto and that fact kills me a little bit but i guess there’s also something beautiful about no one being truly knowable. 61
we can’t sort the human psyche into a box. we can’t sort human emotion into a box. that’s what separates us from everything else. i wish i could fully understand my father’s perspectives or what he chooses to hold onto in his memories but i can’t, the same way no one could crack open my head and do that with me. we’re all just trying to understand each other a little better and even if it’s probably in vain, the fact that any of us still try moves me to tears. 427