Hoop-Tober #14

Ana's spectral screams as she flows and dances like a ghoul in the subway. All I could do was cry at it, with her, for her. Some freeing thing and all the bindings too coming up as blood and spit. Woman spirit birthed up from the grave womb of the earth.

There are doppelgangers and spies and the shadow of the Wall and monsters and eyes. The man with pink socks. And it is so profoundly sad. It's still falling slowly on me.

I never feel capable of doing films justice with just a few words. Especially, when I think how much of someone's life, how many lives were bound up in this thing. Sometimes for years. And…