Memory Preference

The House Of Small Cubes by Kunio Kato.

Angeline sent me this animation (Best Animated Picture at Milan Film Festival, Animated Shorts of Oscar Academy Awards, etc.) earlier today and I felt the relationship between the old man and anyone of us was an especially well written concept. It was in fact, too rich with the genuine sense of lost memory that is most probably unable to be reconstruct anymore.

By contrast, the piled up house of small cubes struck to me much similar to my rockfish dream last night. I was paying more attention, I gather, to the old pipe rather than the layered house actually and like a train passing by the window with a dry clatter, only voices to be heard, the swift horn was the makeshift and best part of all. The layered house is beyond me. Beyond everyone else. Perhaps, precisely because of this indirect effect to me , I have managed to accept the devoid in exchange for a hope for more in focus and beautiful picture all this times.

After it had finished surprising me, the sequence will goes on with the same sentimental value because it will always be dislocating realities. Because the process of healing are always in a seemingly far away tone. Existing but knotted in trepidation.

Sometimes in life, all I ever wanted was leaving me behind at the same stage selfishly.