On the way to Cape Cod, Genevieve told me of a book about the in-between lives of souls; the journeys and growth of the soul before the choice to reincarnate. It was a conversation that had started miles before amongst new age books and crystals. I spoke of a recent dream about my mother. In the dream, I held my mom’s hand and told her about how I feel the strength I have found is somehow the same energy as that which destroyed her. That those two things are the same thing and my life will reconcile her death.
In Truro, Genevieve and I watched 13B, an Indian horror film in Hindi with English subtitles. It was four hours long. At the Thai restaurant that night, the fish was to be “cooked until irresistible.” Right before it hits that point the chef, taking great pains to resist, pounds the counter and yells at the waiters, “Now! Get it out of the kitchen!”
The tears of the bear are blue like the sea.
I found you a fossil of a seashell. It used to be you.
on the wiki page they swear the movie was only 137 minutes. 137 long minutes.
I believe you… 137 minutes, intermission, 137 more minutes. I enjoyed having the plot explained to me so thoroughly, although the happy ending by bludgeoning left a strange taste in my mouth