Threw this film on twice during my college years. First time, I was chilling by myself in my dorm room when my roommate walked in and went directly to his side of the room. On some petty shyt, we ain't get along, damn near divided the room in an effort to keep shyt civil, but before I knew it, this guy was laughing along to the film. Weird moment, to find a sort of common ground with someone you don't fukk with at all. Business as usual after that though, ain't speak a word to each other for that school year.
Second time, I was laid up with a girl I was just barely getting to know. It seemed pretty straight forward, late night Netflix and chill, but it just so happened that I decided to throw this film on. She ain't never seen it, but seemingly in an instant, she started clamoring about how much she related to Clementine. We ended up passing out before the film ended tho -- I wonder if she'll ever revisit it and think of me.
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I guess that's one of the ideas I identify with so closely. Nostalgia, and how easy it is to fall into the bittersweet trap of longing for our memories and experiences now long gone. In particular, I love how they depicted the dream sequences -- at moments so captivating and vivid, yet we're constantly reminded of it's ethereal nature, as it's just too delicate/fragile for us to ever truly hold on to. Much like our damn fleeting memories.
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at the same time. Mindblown because someone in hip hop noticed and pissed off because I didn't fukk with Ye.
