Koyaanisqatsi

life disintegrating

i watched this at 11:15 am EDT on a friday morning on very little sleep at IFC in the west village with two other strangers in the theater. i cried through much of it. sometimes my eyes would close for a while and when they’d open i’d be in a totally different place. sometimes i’d pinch myself or squeeze myself or hug myself to remember that i’m real. sometimes i’d think about the girl i know who most recently saw it. or how i heard the soundtrack before i saw the film. or how anyone possibly made this art. when there was text in a frame i read it. and when there wasn’t i tried not to think in words.