Last night, Helen and I watched the absolutely brilliant Japanese film Tokyo Story, directed by Yasujiro Ozu and made in 1953. It tells the tale of an elderly couple from an outlying town who come to Tokyo to visit their children who all now have their own families, but when they get there the children are too busy to spend much time with them. It’s such a simple and beautifully told tale, and done completely unmelodramatically. Everything in the film appears to be taken directly from life: petulant children, having too much to do, losing sight of the important things.
By coincidence, my mum is visiting Helen and I tomorrow. Sometimes I really do wonder if there is more going on than simple coincidence. I’m not thinking of a god because I don’t think there is one, but some sort of subconscious process that makes us do things at certain times and that controls us in ways we can neither understand nor control. Sometimes, life seems to be full of these accidental circumstances.
The picture above is something I just noticed early one morning: a real bird on top of the pole and a fake one at the bottom. I wonder if that means anything?
Cheers, Tom
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27/02/08 @ 12:50