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I finally listened new Oomori Seiko’s album, TOKYO BLACK HOLE. And she’s still a trve. You can say whatever you want, it’s like she’s empty after each songs. Anyway, i’m still in love with her. (even if the MVs kinda sucks for this album...) It’s a fuckin good album !

I’m sick since friday, i’m in my room since saturday. I didn’t go to theater since 2 weeks (except for the HHH restrospective, but it was at La cinémathèque).  I guess i’m okay now but I have no energy, seriously my motivation is dead. Goodbye sekai !

Professor: “Yeah next time you [me] give a presentation about Cinema & Body. What is your topic ?” Me: “Tsukamoto’s Cinema” P: “mm...Ok” *a week later* Me: *showing pictures of Araki, ero-guro stuff, and the hottest parts of Snake of June* like (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑... ┻━┻ ︵ ¯\ (ツ)/¯ ︵ ┻━┻

I guess my life is a constant equilibrium between the deep desires and anxiety of Tsukamoto’s cinema and the peace and melancholia of Kawase’s cinema. Or i’m feeling like a Hiroshi Ishikawa’s character in a Sion Sono’s world. Or I want to live a Sogo Ishii’s life when people are acting around me as in a Hitoshi Matsumoto’s stuff.