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LOST IN TRANSLATION

I’m at a place in life rn where I’m spending a great deal of time in new places working on projects with people I don’t know all too well. And even when I’m in my home city this is the case, where if I’m not traveling, people not from here are traveling to meet me. Ive been saying recently that I feel like a traveler, like I have no rigid routine (which I always wanted) but that comes with an aimless feeling like you’re just floating about. I just got back from a work trip and came straight home to a long meeting for more work, and I’m now sitting in my office watching Lost in Translation. It’s such a pertinent film when it comes to that feeling of aimlessness and floating about, where even though you have a reason to be somewhere, doing a certain thing, you still feel like you don’t know exactly what is going on around and within you. And with my goings about theres often incredible women whom I meet and connect with only to hardly or never see them again (as is the case in the movie) the film is comforting to say the least. Theres something to appreciate about that feeling and seeing it so clearly depicted on screen. it’s not happy, but not entirely sad. Just a good reminder to enjoy that transient sensation, because it doesn’t last forever. I’m Rambling. But it’s a gorgeous, timeless film and I’m just floating rn

@_bilal_

May 18, 2025

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Portrait of a lady on fire

trust me — they say like 5 words the whole time but the cinematography is breathtaking and I ugly cry every time

@its_just_kate

Sep 19, 2024

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lost in translation

After I watching past lives I needed this movie again so badly it was carnal. Watching it always scratches the itch

@joos

Feb 4, 2024

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Harvest moon by neil young

what I’d give to experience listening to this song for the first time again, especially watching the music video. How does one escape modernity and live in the world of the harvest moon music video? Just at a bar, dancing with someone you’re fond of, while a live bands plays

@bills

Aug 2, 2024

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london fog a day keeps the doctor away

been on my uncle iroh shit lately, london fog every morning, inquire below for my sage wisdom

@bills

Feb 12, 2025

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~on waiting~

--from my latest substack post-- ordering coffee, again. i’ll grab this one. of course; it’s no problem. oat? soy? neither? okay, no milk, right. it’s a thursday, you don’t put milk in your coffee on thursdays, i remember. you told me that last autumn for the first time. at the shop on the corner of streets running north and south and east and west the location as ambiguous as you were to me. i held onto your words like candlelight, which is to mean, i felt myself grasping at the wick of your thoughts as they released. hold onto it slowly, i did, each tendril of smoke had meaning, for you have never said things that did not matter. i’ve always held the space to gather up all your meaning, to keep attempting to collect the strands of everything that encapsulates you. the long strings of yarn strung together in loose cadence; but i can keep the rhythm, and i can keep the pace, and i can hold the room for all of it, i’ll hold the threads in my palm and i’ll grasp it with certainty. because it is without effort, there is no weight, or burden, or distraught, to be the one to hold that which you carry; it is not beyond my strength to hold all of you. for to love was to bear it all, or at least that’s what i read, but isn’t that how it feels? to be seen, to be understood, is to recognize that any quirk fear inability lack thereof is not a withholding nor weakness nor failing it is the space between us the location in the strings where we meet in the middle the threaded spiderweb of life has bound us this way no, not doomed; no, not ill-fated. for you are the red string connected to my wrist the one that has lead me to you the universal pull to unravel the thread so that i may reach you even though you exist outside of my grasp as i see it now all i ever needed was your hand pressed against mine i want to feel myself expanding and compressing underneath the weight of your eyes soft winding and slow crackling do we fall deeper the string twisting and tying and threading and then loosening unraveling the yarn crocheted and knitted do we find ourself loose ends and damaged strands have we come together to make whole the both of us i’ll order the same coffee every thursday i’ll walk you home from the station i’ll make the pasta that way you like it and i’ll keep writing these letters so that one day you’ll read them i’ll press them with the flowers of your tomorrow scented with the bloom of longing sealed with the certainty of promise the promise that i’ll keep collecting and saving the things you’d like the letters the movies the albums the trinkets the odds the ends the things yet to be discovered and the things you’ll have to show me i’m just a scrapbook of all the things i’ve loved before a capsule of intricacy i’ll keep the light on outside i’ll wait on the porch i’ll keep the fire warm i’ll know when you’re here and you’ll know it’s me for the strings will connect, the yarn unraveled, the lines no longer crossing but joining. and if it’s a thursday, a plain coffee, no milk just so there isn’t any lack of a sign. #poetry #letters #substack

@bills

Dec 5, 2024