there’s a kind of grief when the only place left to keep someone is memory, and even that starts betraying you. details slipping, edges blurring, like something is being taken and there’s nothing left to hold onto
imo, agak bosen film remaja indo yg tropenya(?) itu2 aj (kyk cerita badboy, geng2an motor, tawuran dsb) dan sedikit kurang menggambarkan kehidupan remaja
berharap bnykin yg cerita slice of life remaja tnp konflik yg berat berat (kurleb spt film asia timur di bawah ini) 🙏
if grief is love with nowhere to go, then where does it gather? in the corners of your eyes, the back of your throat, that hollow in your chest. waiting for the slightest touch to spill.
In fact, I grew up emotionally alone, carrying my thoughts since I was kid. We lived under the same roof but they can’t create a space where feelings, fears, or struggles can be spoken. And somehow it feels even worse than being actually alone.