“One day without his hands and she already knows the pain of love” - ‘Hiroshima, Mon Amour’ (1959)
i’ve never had a urge to travel eastwards so much, but now i have an unexplainable desire to go. there’s a whole culture, a whole world out there that i haven’t experienced, a place where i can be myself and completely alone, completely unknown, something new: watching Sofia Coppola’s ‘Lost in Translation’ listening to AIR’s ‘Lost in Kyoto’ reading Haruki Murakami novels at any spare moment