[19/11, 4pm]
It's funny how films (and other such things) can come to inhabit us.
Yesterday, Penny happened to mention in an email that she started watching All About Lily Chou-Chou the other night and that she hadn't quite fallen for its dreamy detachment; triggered by that, I expect, I just caught myself sitting here at my desk at work with music from the soundtrack running through my head and a tightness in my chest and feeling of sadness that come straight from the film itself. It doesn't go away, I guess.
