Ellipses

Dreams are telling me about the same voices with the same ticks having the same conversations with the same jokes about the same topics in the same places. I don’t need dreams to point that out. I see it in my waking life. But I appreciate the soothsaying nonetheless. Dreams are nerves experiencing randomness, jumping …

After Sunrise

That last three minutes of “Before Sunrise” (1995) are always a punch to my gut. The inevitability of the end of the shining relationship. The rising of the sun burning away the evening of dreams and possibilities. Collapsing infinite potentials into a concrete reality. Exposing the detritus of the night’s revelry. Exchanging uncertainty on the …