Yesterday I saw Terrence Malick's new movie tree of life. We sat on the second row and about halfway through the movie I got a migraine. There were some beautiful shots of the big bang, lava streams, ocean creatures, and even a dinosaur, but most of these things made me want to vomit. In the end it was a movie about loss; of a childhood, innocence and a brother. After the movie we ran into a friend but I could barely speak. I'm not sure if it was only the headache, or also the existential questions raised by the movie. (Who are we, what are we doing here, is god watching us, where do you go when you die, etc.)
Then we got an asian hot dog. That helped.
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