every single movie i've watched as of late has some focus on flight imagery.
depuis qu'otar est parti: when the old woman is sitting alone in paris, and birds fly overhead in a flock
fish tank: birds angrily change directions in flocks, the movie ends with an image of a balloon flying into the sky
red road: close up of birds in the sky
transcendentalism
always a focus on birds. when i was a freshman i bought bird decals that i decorated my walls with for 2 years. then it was that painting of a bird i bought from a man who told me i'd make it big when i was 22, and that the bird said a lot about my character. it's always been birds- always found them, or, they came to me.
it's completely unintentional, at least consciously. my unconscious is attached to the symbol and continues to find them. where will i land next?
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