You sometimes look at me that wayWith nothing but silence to sayA closed distance unopened by youFraught, and yet, somehow subduedHowever long is at your leisureAs though Fate cutting the measureYet, I too sometimes look at youDistant silence filling...

We talk about thepast like it's amovie wewatched together.You liked thecinematography.I didn't care for thecruelty of theprotagonist.We disagree on thetheme, and everyscene holds differentaspects ofsymbolism for us.I'm not sure I wantthere to be a sequel,despite the goodacting.