gang jae: why did you bring the tangerines? why bring three of them when your bag is so small?
bu jeong: i dont want to talk about it
gang jae: okay
after a long pause as they lie silently, facing opposite each other
bu jeong: it's been so long... it's been so long since i met with someone that i didn't know what to bring. they were on the table. so i just brought them.
gang jae: so this is like a picnic to you then?
bu jeong: no. i just....felt like disappearing. sometimes, i hate myself so much that i wish i could just disappear. the sun went down. i was hungry but i didn't want to do anything and then a thought occured to me "i want to die like i'm floating away somewhere"... but on my way here... i felt good. i thought "why did i bring the tangeries?" but the tangerine was sweet. i thought "why did i wear ill fitting shoes?" but it felt great taking them off. the bathroom was large. i was sitting. now im lying down....i also want to go home. i want to see my dad. i think i know what you mean about a stream trickling down your heart, although I cant explain it.
gang jae: if by chance, we meet again by coincidece, not like today, do you want to die with me?
lost (2021), dir hur jin ho, park hung soo // jacques prévert // via pinterest // b moore // alessia d cesare