Columbus
it's listening and bubbles of introspection — the heart of the film. this film really makes me want to live more for the arts; every frame captured tells something, may it be history, sonder, or just mere specs of time passing. the feeling is almost ineffable, between melancholy and euphoria — it predicts something that cannot be, the inevitable. watching this feels like going somewhere new and meeting new people, with no certainty whether it'll last forevermore.
it captures the chase — chasing a feeling you've never felt before, yet still wanting more. familiarity blending with new things; for casey it's telling people about what she loves. she hates meeting new people but lets kismet do its thing. she overcomes fear with stories of her favorite things — architecture. with jin it's the opposite: he hates seeing the things he grew up with, yet still offers an ear to casey. it's ironic how their strings are tied to things they don't appreciate, but they still try.
knowing jin's trauma and issues with his father — him ignoring what has always been in front of him, which is architecture — he still tries to understand casey. even though he hates the idea, that's all casey has been raving about. maybe it's not about what casey's saying, but rather that it's casey herself telling these stories, and she did heal something jin was having trouble with.