#thewind

🪆 The Smallest Silence they painted my cheeks with obedient roses and sealed my smile with varnish so it would not tremble I was born hollow— that is to say prepared inside me another girl slept curled like a comma waiting for her sentence winter pressed its bone against the window breathing ferns upon the glass the men drank silence the women stitched it into linen I learned early how to divide myself twist open offer a smaller obedience a smaller heart a smaller room with no door each of us fitting precisely into the wound of the other my mother lived in my ribs her mother in hers a procession of thinning voices stacked like dark teacups after a funeral and here I stand in a corridor of ghosts and toys— Pessoa whispers riddles in ink, his words curling like smoke around my neck Lenin’s marble eyes blink, cold and patient, watching me unfold into nothing Cheburashka tilts its head its mouth whispering conspiracies and a little bird flutters on the edge of my shoulder its tiny claws digging into my varnished skin singing of a world I will never touch sometimes at night when the house forgets its posture I loosen wood sighs against wood and I hear them— the innermost child no larger than a plum stone knocking she has no paint no eyelashes only a pulse thin as a winter star she asks what happens when there is no smaller body left to carry the cold I cannot answer I only close and close again until I am one smooth silence standing, waiting for someone’s careful hands to split me open and count the sadness one by one.

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the melody of the wind, silent or screams. there is no in-between.

Let me start by saying that I fully support the exploration of the untapped “prairie demons” genre. If it’s not a thing, it needs to be a thing. This week’s #filmfriday is The Wind (2018), a slow burning horror film that digs into the bleak, unsettling atmospheres of the desolate western frontier and its harrowing effects on the human mind. Although it possesses many horror motifs we’ve seen before, the film gives them an artistic delivery that simmers through isolation, abandonment (emotional and physical), and the classic question “are the demons real or are they just in my head?” I think it’s best to go into this one knowing very little about the plot, but I will say it sets up some unique parallels between triggering situations vs. how we handle and react to them— the outside demons and how they give birth to the demons inside. While the movie didn’t punch quite as hard as I was hoping, it still left an impression and I thought about it for days afterwards. I have a weak spot for American frontier films as well as dazzling cinematography, so I really enjoyed this movie. Extra points because some of the ambience reminded me of The Witch and that is always welcome in my book. 🎞 #thewind #thewind2018 #prairiedemons 
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Not sure if Wind Waker or Breath of the Wild but sure as heck shouldn’t be regular $539.00 

"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at 4 o'clock in the morning." -Haruki Murakami #quote #harukimurakami #thewind-upbirdchronical https://www.instagram.com/p/BnDPikhFviq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1btu5a5gb4eai