When I finally woke up, she wasn’t there. She was in the pool, submerged: she could not swim.
When I finally woke up, she wasn’t there. She was in the pool, submerged: she could not swim.
I feel better and also worse after my last post. I don’t know what to make of the issues I was pondering, including issues of place and belonging, that I did not directly touch on to write my last post. It did not make my life better to work out the issues I raised with […]
When Night is Falling (1995) was not a particularly great film, but I often return to some of its ideas. When Camille, who has mistakenly taken the laundry of a (female) circus performer, decides to wear a revealing shirt to meet a reverend at the divinity school where she teaches, she tells her fiancé, “Martin, […]