This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Yasujirô Ozu's films...
...unfold social themes, statements. But when I watch them, something else is construed: image, presence, time, and the oblique beauty of the Japanese quotidian.
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