Himizu ヒミズ

By Cathy H - 8:18 PM

I watched this movie before bed last night and it mentally disturbed me the whole night..it's been a long time since I watched a good movie like this. I think everyone who watches it finds a bit of themselves in it. At age 14 when the main character's parents both wished for him to die in order to collect life insurance after the Japanese Tsunami that happened, he ends up killing his father and making a vow to kill all "bad guys" like himself who terrorize others. It turns out he is just as lost as them. This movie showed how people can go throughout their lives functioning like a robot but one day snap and know nothing about themselves. It's like we all know physical concepts like our position in society, our jobs, what kind of people we date, where we vacation and what our favorite things are. But there's always this void inside that's bitter and wants something else. There's always time for new beginnings. Therefore, every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. 

"i don’t think you were ever sure whether that gun was meant for your ears or your head. should it be heard or felt through your skin? you see yourself in everything—in the rubble, in the half-submerged house, in the broken eyes of neighbors. 

you walk around rundown cities, carrying a kitchen knife, thinking a clean cut into anyone’s skin would heal your own. but it doesn’t—it never will. and i think, maybe, you knew that too.

you’ve lost everything but your life. and there’s a girl who bleeds more through your wounds than her own. a girl who told you to imagine, just for a moment, even if it’s not true. 

but tell me—before you hold the gun to your head—how can you grow up when you’ve never been a child?"






I know flies in milk
I know the man by his clothes
I know fair weather from foul
I know the apple by the tree
I know the tree when I see the sap
I know when all is one
I know who labors and who loafs
I know everything but myself

I know the coat by the collar
I know the monk by the cowl
I know the master by the servant
I know the nun by the veil
I know when a hustler rattles on
I know fools raised on whipped cream
I know the wine by the barrel
I know everything but myself

I know the horse and the mule
I know their loads and their limits
I know Beatrice and Belle
I know the beads that count and add
I know nightmare and sleep
I know the Bohemians’ error
I know the power of Rome
I know everything but myself

Prince I know all things
I know the rosy-cheeked and the pale
I know death who devours all
I know everything but myself.

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