Vive L'Amour

I feel like tsai should add me as the fourth miserable character. I could be a ghost in the apartment. This movie hit home so hard I was so scared to look at some of the scenes for too long. And it’s because of how familiar it is to me, and how I’ve long become numb to this feeling. I didn’t feel particularly sad or anything. I acknowledge it, I’m living in it, meh tough shit you know. This movie is strangely nostalgic