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Hi!!

I'm Ana, an adolescent, she/her. This is basically my little digital diary… aesthetics, music, and reflective moments. I love love love journaling, taking walks (especially on birdsong mornings), drawing, watching movies, listening to music… hmm and honestly, analyzing people, conversations, encounters…

Currently i’m trying to will myself to read „The Plague” by Albert Camus and also to write more!!

A quote that would describe me best: “I am a dreamer. I have so little real life that I repeat moments like these in my dreams.” -Dostoievsky

A weird trait of mine: I try to make sense of people who’ve done harm. I reconstruct their past in my head, search for the why behind their behavior, and somehow find myself empathizing too deeply.

"A wolf that kills and cries after, is no better than a one who kills and doesn't."

Tears do not purify guilt.

Emotional pain is evidence that a person recognizes wrongdoing, but recognition alone does not repair harm or transform character. If someone causes damage and then feels terrible about it, the damage remains. Remorse is a response to an action, not a reversal of it.

The idea that suffering emotionally cancels moral responsibility is flawed because it shifts focus from consequences to feelings. Harm is measured by what was done and what follows, not by how intensely the wrongdoer reacts afterward. A person who weeps after wrongdoing may be more self-aware than one who does not, but awareness without change is morally incomplete.

What gives guilt meaning is not its intensity but its function. Productive guilt directs a person toward accountability, restitution, and behavioral change. Unproductive guilt traps a person in self-punishment that benefits no one. In that sense, endless shame is not moral seriousness, it is stagnation. It keeps attention fixed on the self instead of on responsibility and repair.

Humans differ from animals precisely in the capacity to evaluate actions and choose differently in the future. Because we possess moral reflection, we are not required to remain bound to past wrongdoing. We also are not justified in glorifying or excusing it. The rational position is neither pride nor lifelong self-condemnation, but responsibility followed by transformation.

Therefore, the ethical measure of a person is not whether they cry after causing harm, but whether they accept consequences, repair what they can, and demonstrate changed conduct. Moral progress is proven through action over time, not emotion in the moment.

I remember one night so vividly. I was very young then. So small that I still slept in the same room as my parents. The television was still on, and I could hear the soft rhythm of their breathing, the almost ferocious wind rushing through the trees outside, and the faint rustling of the bedsheets. I couldn’t fall asleep. I was completely absorbed in this documentary about wolves, so mesmerized that time slipped away from me. Suddenly, it was 3 a.m., and the clock seemed to tick slower with every second. The brightness of the TV began to sting my eyes, and I finally decided it was time to sleep.

love

/lʌv/

noun

an intense feeling of deep affection. "babies fill parents with feelings of love"

2. a great interest and pleasure in something. "his love for football"

verb

feel deep affection for (someone). "he loved his sister dearly"

2. like or enjoy very much. "I just love dancing"

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The road, solitude, the need to belong, transgenerational trauma, self-discovery, love, family, the destruction of the essence of those people who are loved, cannibalism and, finally, love...

All these themes converge together in one movie, a movie that refuses to belong into a single category, a movie that is able to turn almost grotesque love into visual poetry, a movie that is able to break those conventions in which we tie passion....

Bones and All.

Through this analysis, I want to emphasize that the film is not merely a story about wandering, endless journeys, love, and finding oneself in an eternal sea, but also explores the limits of humanity. The piece enables us to comprehend the ways affection is viewed by individuals who are not integrated in the community entirely.

David Kajganich takes us to a small window. It is through this window that we can peep into a world of girls like Maren who live in an isolated world where emotions and desires are shrouded. Following her, we realize that Maren has a dark secret, she belongs to a community of youths with an unusual and dangerous desire to eat human flesh.

Her interactions with other people of her kind (Sully, Lee, Jake, and Brad) compel her to traverse between the longing to connect and her primal need, to identify and escape the apparently disgusting aspect in the very bottom of her heart and finally, to restore it. On a trip that takes her through towns and desolate roads of the 1980s America, Maren attempts to figure out what she is and what love is, despite nature pushing you to do evil.

At last, Maren and Lee (the young man she fell in love with whose gaze appeared to know everything about the world yet had chosen to be with her), finally, settle in a small apartment in the outskirts of the city, a small room with warm walls and a wide window looking out of the street. Now they can breathe leisurely after many years of traveling. The mornings are quiet. Peace is no longer something alien.

One day, as though it were like the rest, the terror of the danger befallen the apartment. Maren and Lee were in the middle of a mess with no other option but to make decisions they should not. As the intruder was neutralised, a great silence came down on them and they stood together, with the burden of a love which had been made to feel the darkness. Having realized his certain death, Lee asks Maren to achieve the impossible, to preserve his memory, to make the pain something permanent that could bring them together. In such situations, their gesture is symbolic of absolute love: they even in the face of loss are connected through their souls, which cannot be separated fully due to impossible. Maren hears the pounding of his heart like an echo in herself, and in the silence which follies, her love goes beyond the body and the world, as the promise which cannot be broken.

Finally, there is a curtain that is pulled aside, with the viewers, us, able to gaze at their apartment empty: without any presence of them at all, without warmth, without continuity of life that previously animated it. The camera focuses on a box under the bed, seen as a symbol, the box functions as a metaphor for the final decision, not as a representation of the act itself. Its being hidden under the bed is essential: it is not something spectacular or visible, but something prepared in silence, withdrawn from the world, carried long before the end. It is not a symbol of romanticized death, but of closure, of complete withdrawal from the world. The exact opposite of their intense love: if love was excessive and visible, the box is small, quiet, and final.

In this scene, the two lovers have been captured together in a timeless image combined as two shadows in a perpetual search of each other. They are both a victim of the tragic climax and a promise of their reunion, innocuous and endless, in a world of peace, and in a world where their love is free of pain and parting.

It is undoubtedly possible to derive many lessons out of this film but I think the greatest one is the following one: there are loves that cannot be described using ordinary words as they are created due to hunger, wandering, and fear. Bones and All depicts such ways of showing affection: the narrative of silences and never-ending roads, glances which tell even less than they show.

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