doing things with words and pictures
The final lines could perhaps do as a fair account of being born, with inevitable anticipation of all that may follow (or not).Birth (2002): Prologue SceneIt's been a hard winter, isolating, here too. Much uncertainty with the buses. But inability to walk limits options. As in, none.
I don't want no repeat performance, thank you. Remarkable bit of film, that. The music was something else.Here's to the Spring.