
Great work everyone.
I can't look at the still of the shirts hanging next to the tacked up postcard in the closet door without freezing in thought.
I don't know that I'll ever come across a piece of media, from movie to photography and music, that I will relate to as much as BBM; this still shot alone sums it up so abruptly. And by 'it' I'm not even sure if I mean the movie, my life, or the whole world as I've come to know it.
Is there a pill or rain dance to help to dissolve the haunt?
Not that I believe in ghosts...
But like most things - electricity, light bulbs, engines, some genius was bound to produce bbm. Annie knew there was something ingenius behind feeling this human. I'm glad she not only portrayed it, but simply stepped up and put it out there.
It was necessary.
Thanks for haunting me, AP..
I feel less misunderstood.
