And as if by magic or some telekinetic/psychokinetic ability, after posting that last "wtf?" update, I randomly switched to a movie that had just started.
The movie captivated me... I was gone, owned, after these words were spoken:
"C’est l’histoire d’un homme qui tombe d’un immeuble de cinquante étages. Le mec, au fur et à mesure de sa chute se répète sans cesse pour se rassurer: jusqu’ici tout va bien, jusqu’ici tout va bien, jusqu’ici tout va bien.
Mais l'important c’est pas la chute, c’est l’atterrissage."I can't begin to describe how much this spoke to me.
Straight to my bones.
Unbeknownst to me, this has been my life motto since... I was a child. I didn't know it was a real thing, apparently a real thing since at least 1995.
Fucking French... they sure fucking know how to reach me.
The Universe will have none of my hate towards them... constantly forcing me to make up with them after showing me some cool French shit.
You win, France.
Jusqu'ici tout va bien...
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