Synecdoche, New York
we’re all hurtling towards death. yet here we are for the moment, alive, each of us knowing we’re gonna die, each of us secretly believing we won’t.
kinda surreal to rewatch over a year later in a vastly (mostly) different headspace. not to be parasocial but i really do miss <PERSON> so badly. <PERSON> is insufferable and i cannot stand him but he strikes some nerves that other directors can’t for me which is why i put up with his pretentiousness.
and, weirdly, this movie makes me miss new york. 61