Control

I was enjoying the movie. Like, playfully. I know about Ian since really long time ago. The connection between the silly little teenager and the dead musician she feels she knows and understands. I was really happy when these little moments between Ian and Annik came. I did read about those, imagining them in my head, and it was wonderful to have a visual. At the end of the movie, with that cynic danceable music in the background, I stayed in silence. I'm silence. The sound of the night in the background and the smell of good cigarette in my clothes. I could just stare. Hope you are fine, Ian. Hope you and Annik met and you are happy out there. Or whatever. I like to imagine that.