I have endless questions on why they moved from the alter step to the pew. there has to be a reason and i simply must know it
it reminded me of this scene from the first episode, so so much. the camera angle singles john out in this first one, whereas the second is tilted to include millie sitting there with him, with no grand plans and no more tricks up his sleeve. he’s just…being. existing, in the now. with her.
and i think maybe it’s simply foreshadowing coming to its conclusion. in the first episode picture, here he is in the morning, in the sun, celebrating in the golden chasuble quietly to himself after the service (even though it wasn’t “appropriate” to wear that day, which i think is another huge indicator of what is to come) at the very beginning with a plan to have a second chance with millie and sarah (which is all he truly longs for). he’s hopeful, and so excited and ready to risk it all —– all the way to the end; to sitting there at night in the bloody remains of his good intentions and grand plans that, in the end, would require a sacrifice of (forgive the pun) biblical proportions.
to me, he and millie sitting together in the pews was his acceptance that he no longer had a stage on which to project the hope he so strongly, albeit misguidedly, believed in. it was a scene of quiet acceptance; of clarity on john’s part. he has millie right next to him, and she’s young again. he has his daughter out there, alive, at this point. but its unnatural for both he and millie to be what they are now. life has us live and die, and that’s the natural order of things. as millie tells john when they talk about their daughter, sarah: “she grew up and we faded away, and that’s how it’s supposed to work.”
everything comes with a price. and it cost john everything in the end.
BUT, i truly believe that this is the strongest, most beautiful message we are supposed to receive as we watch the sun rise on john and millie, with their precious daughter held close to them on her faovirte little bridge:
our bodies may age and wither and eventually die.
the only true immortality is love. and it’s worth living and dying for.
love always finds its silver lining, though, no matter how small. they were together, the three of them, for that last sunrise.
Livia Marin, Chilean born artist imagines a whole new world for cups and teapots in her series of ceramic Nomad Patterns. The artist deflected by making ceramic bathing, a very surreal way, in flasks covered and sagging patterns. A fabulous clash between tradition and modernity.
Livia Marin has reshaped service porcelain teapots and cups by giving them a molten appearance … all without damaging or changing the patterns inscribed on objects!
it feels like tumblr is gradually going through a tower of babel event with all this skrunkly and plinko stuff that you can literally only understand if you were there when it happened and i for one think that’s fantastic and should only be encouraged. i hope this site becomes a voynich manuscript for blorbo from my shows. i want to see tiktok and twitter users try to steal posts you need an essay’s worth of context with citations to understand.
ok lets talk serious for a second. if tumblr revival becomes a trend WE CANNOT combat it by reverting to 2012 cringe - thatl make us a novelty and people will start joining specifically to join in and observe the 2022 ‘bieber fever’ revival. What i am proposing is that we become violently and unrelentingly hostile to the new twitter migrants. Just completely, almost absurdly unpleasant and condescending. Make a reputation for being unbroachable hermits instead of unusual novelties. Become fucking angry. RISE