I hear the song of the city, im in tel aviv 整天整天从窗户向外看,街道的声音,邻居的动作,光线的变化,从童年开始的习惯,一开始我被带入某种粘稠静止的日记里,或许比普鲁斯特的颜色更灰一些,里面隐藏着在一个不是家的城市里,躲在太阳下某间小屋,而世界从身边滑过的徒劳happiness begins with thinking about yourself, and do whatever you have to make yourself feel better my sister is leaving for Paris tomorrow. it is bad. she knows how to live时间和空间消失,眼睛和思绪是快进的云
因为下载不了我不属于任何地方于是点开那里
私人电影
I hear the song of the city, im in tel aviv 整天整天从窗户向外看,街道的声音,邻居的动作,光线的变化,从童年开始的习惯,一开始我被带入某种粘稠静止的日记里,或许比普鲁斯特的颜色更灰一些,里面隐藏着在一个不是家的城市里,躲在太阳下某间小屋,而世界从身边滑过的徒劳happiness begins with thinking about yourself, and do whatever you have to make yourself feel better my sister is leaving for Paris tomorrow. it is bad. she knows how to live时间和空间消失,眼睛和思绪是快进的云
望向那里。
所有阿克曼电影的母题是“God I hate the room where I got trapped so fucking much”. 他人的日常生活在百叶窗外,会更好么?她也不知道。一架接一架飞机飞过没影点。
加速 +2星,没字幕听不懂阿克曼的英语口音