August 29, 2008
The film’s edge curled, blurring what had been far left.  And much like the mountain rim, the film’s end reminds us of the boundaries in this world — the defining lines between this and that, what makes it and what does not. And as one would, I pontificated lengthily and wholeheartedly.  Where did I stand in this world of boundaries — within the defining lines or outside of such? I sneezed, that early July pollen irritating my nose’s membranes.   It was an absent-minded gesture, even an involuntary one, but it would change me forever.  I sneezed again, happy with my body’s short-lived protest.

The film’s edge curled, blurring what had been far left.  And much like the mountain rim, the film’s end reminds us of the boundaries in this world — the defining lines between this and that, what makes it and what does not.

And as one would, I pontificated lengthily and wholeheartedly.  Where did I stand in this world of boundaries — within the defining lines or outside of such?

I sneezed, that early July pollen irritating my nose’s membranes.   It was an absent-minded gesture, even an involuntary one, but it would change me forever.  I sneezed again, happy with my body’s short-lived protest.

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