April hike

at every turn into the hike I'd hope you were there waiting for me, or hiding to make it a surprise. you had gone ahead claiming we had different paces - you faster, I slower. And the distance increased, and increased and although initially I was able to see you, at one point I wouldn't see you anymore, but I hoped you were somehow waiting for me. but you weren't, and with each turn I'd grow isolated and lonely, and the image of my prior years with very same moments of loneliness came back powerful, and this time Dad was no longer there as the ultimate human being to love me forever unconditionally. this time it was just me, for real, married to a chimera.

Paterson, the movie by JJarmush

Paterson woke up half way when I had proclaimed that I'll have to write a movie with no "thank you" in it. Up to the awakening it was a test of political correctness, with everything working perfectly peaceful uninterrupted by no rude remark and racial relationships functioning like fiber optics. Then Marvin chews up the entire notebook of unremarkable poems and the movie is saved. In the end is the Japanese man resolving a particular, subtle fear of a typical writer and the movie is nailed into stardom. Din't you, Writer, wonder yourself if your entire work, good or bad, would get lost, would you write again? If that happens you must be approached by a Japanese man, I think woman would work too, this is about the culture Japanese people share, their values and attitudes in general, and if they give you a notebook, empty, ready to fill up with new writings, that's the sign you can start allover again. On the side, loving and creative, is the genuinely supportive wife who makes all sorts of artistic modifications to the house, understands him and makes no comment about what and where, bakes and sells cupcakes, saves all the torn pieces from the poems' notebook and even punishes Marvin by relocating him into the garage. Everyman's dream wife.