What ever happened to good manners? I rode the red line this morning, as usual it was packed & slow. There was an elderly woman who got on at the same time as me and it was clear she was having issues standing up and holding on for the jerky ride. Not one of the 20-somethings sitting in seats offered her their seat. I was rather vexed. I should have just said something to one of them. Instead I tried to convey the message by staring at the seated people, and when I'd catch their eye I'd then turn my stare to the little old lady. Yeah. That didn't work. Finally after about 20 minutes someone got up to exit the train and I fiercely guarded the vacant seat and asked the woman if she'd like to sit down. She was grateful but I felt guilty that I hadn't done something sooner. It reminded me of the story Jessica told me last night about the toothpick cabin that represented both freedom from and physical proof of guilt.
The Science of Sleep amazed & kind of disappointed me. Why do I desire happy & uncomplicated endings? It makes me feel uninteresting, but I do. What amazed me were the crafts. And the reverence for craft and things made by hand. I love the style, the bricolage of the dream sequences. It was all so tactile, the egg cartons, the yarn, the felt, the cellophane. I want to move into Stephanie's apartment. I guess I would up feeling about Stephane the same way that Stephanie does. I want to pet the movie's hair for not having the ending I predicted/fantasized from watching the trailer 500 times on the internet. I will see it again. and again. It is breathtakingly beautiful. And Charlotte Gainsbourg is my style icon of all time. How about that sweater dress? She looks so lovely in glasses.
