It was the last day of summer.
Naturally, I went to my local DVD rental place (remember those?) and picked something by its cover – it looked like it was hot and sunny: just my desperate attempt to prolong summer.
I was watching it with my mom. 5 Minutes into the film I said out loud ‘Oh my God, it is fantastic’. As a reply I only heard a snore: my mom fell asleep on the sofa. It was a hot August afternoon. I don’t blame her.
So I watched it. Alone.
10 minutes into the film I was in love with it: it was like finally finding someone who understands you which is precious for a teenager who thinks she’s totally alone in this world.
‘Memento’ spoke to me like no other film: in a tricky yet incredibly logical non-linear narrative.
In ‘Memento’ time and memories found a way to express themselves in a weird way in which mind perceives them.
My brain was singing with joy. It was pure music.
For the first time, I found some structure in my memory & time relation.
Whenever I feel disappointed in life, when days are grey and monotonous, I remember that life is full of miracles – like the miracle I was part of on that hot August afternoon when I watched “Memento”.
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