“On my school notebooks
“On my desk and the trees
On the sand on the snow
”I write your name

On all flesh that says yes
“On the forehead of my friends
On every hand held out
”I write your name

On absence without desire
“On naked solitude
On the stairs of death
”I write your name

On health returned
“On the risk dissapeared
On hope without memory
”I write your name

By the power of the word
“I regain my life
I was born to know you
”And to name you


Paul Éluard, Liberté, 1942

David Cronenberg, Maps to the Stars, 2014

Brit Marling

Brit Marling

"I’m so fucking tired of going to the cinema and watching these marriages where the wives are nagging and annoying and demanding, and the husbands are ho-hum and want this younger, hotter thing. It just is like, enough already. What about all the relationships that I see my friends having, or my parents having? Where they work together, and they’re still madly in love with each other after decades. Where’s that?"

We need to talk about Kevin | Lynne Ramsay | 2011


“It’s like this: you wake and watch TV, get in your car and listen to the radio you go to your little jobs or little school, but you don’t hear about that on the 6 o’clock news, why? ‘Cause nothing is really happening, and you go home and watch some more TV and maybe it’s a fun night and you go out and watch a movie. I mean it’s got so bad that half the people on TV, inside the TV, they’re watching TV. What are these people watching, people like me?”