Hours for Jerome

One thing I love is that there's no sound. I really wanna watch more home-footage-esque films where it's just what's happening around the director. I've seen a lot of reviews talk about it but this film is like poetry in motion, and poetry in the day-to-day, and I think that the silence adds an essence of solitude to everything that's happening. It was nice just laying down and giving my ears a break since I wear my headphones way too much. Maybe one day I'll be able to watch this again, and instead I'll be listening to the sound of someone breathing on my chest, and the sound of my fingers running through her hair. Gotta stay optimistic 🤞