One of those things that life contains.

Just saw Brokeback Mountain, finally.

So sad. I know that I sympathized more with these characters because of being gay. But, that being said, Ang Lee is still my favorite director, as he has been since “The Wedding Banquet”. He can just tell a story visual, making every movement and grand scene allegory of some kind. And his timing is impeccable.

The movie just brought up so many memories of unrequited love, the bittersweet nature of life, sadness of loss. It definitely brings up old, long-dormant feelings of “great love”--what it is, what it isn’t.

I feel, in some ways, embittered by this life that we lead—hardened by the path that it has led me on. So much of life is love and so much of love is sadness. And we just look at it, life, as an observer shrugging his shoulders at a catastrophe, unable to change the outcome yet saddened by the circumstance of it all.