Melancholia

This movie means to me something much more beyond words the perfect capturing of the desperation in the realization of our tiny exitence and our inevitable end the meaningless of everything we ever created and we cant do nothing but accept and watch as love and hope dissapear into the dust with our bonds and forces us to face the ultimare truth: we’re alone. There’s no salvation, no hiding from fate. Only the quiet, relentless weight our love and cruelity have the same fate so do they matter? Does it matter to show love to someone struggling if showing cruelty will end up in the same nothingness. We are raw we are loud we are brut we have been built on that and our ending will be that loudness that violence 3rd time watching and the loud brutal violent crash ending still leaves my guts wrenched and remembers me of the same empty feeling i once felt and maybe has never been filled one day i will talk about those times but i cant just know this movie is everything i tought during it and is everything its what we are nothing but tiny creatures that create violence brutality and loud noises that will end up leading us into darkness because the tiny blue dot will eventually fade into the dark like we were never there