and
I hear this faint rhythm in a sharp note just about to me out of my
range of hearing like someone throwing small small stones on the
floor which is why it's not that precise or even and I mute the tv
and close the window so I won't be disturbed by the neighbour's
goldfish pond it must be leaking a hose spits water into it day and
night
too weird I've been
watching 3 films by the Hong-Kong director Wong Kar-Wai or Kai-War
Wong whatever and typically me I watched the 3rd of this
(unintended?) trilogy last and I got sorta annoyed by the main
character and his arrogance lack of empathy eating and throwing away
women and so on which probably was part of the director's intentions
that guy just hung around all day in a humid Honk-Kong getting money
from his adoptive mother and obviously not being capable of
appreciating other feelings than his own ennui … well what the heck
and
I manage to locate the sound it's from the computer in the other room
playing a tabla solo by Zakir Hussein I was reorganizing music on the
mp3-player and must have clicked on something and no the rain in
Denmark doesn't fall in teentaal
it's title days of being
wild suggested something other than this slow lazy film with
wonderful camera work and long scenes full of rain and a decadent
young man hanging indifferent on a sofa lying on a bed or combing his
greasy hair while a scorned girl was screaming somewhere in the tiny
apartment as dirty as … but I guess it's a cultural difference or
a bit of irony it's a great flick and it wasn't the last time I
watched it
as
usual I can't decide what to leave on and what to replace I go for
jazz fusion and Indian music that's what I listen to after all and
next time I sit on a train listening I'll probably think it's a
totally boring selection if I know me (which I'm gradually getting
better at)
so I went to the low-prize
supermarket just around sundown to get a few things I forgot the
first time and there behind the counter the spitting image of the
actor the spitting image I tell you I was just about to say Hey
fantastic movie but I didn't
gravitational
pull
a
photon sticks
to
my cornea
red eye
Betelgeuse is never
on stand-by
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