waking the dead.

I was still lost somewhere, replaying Jennifer Connelly's face in my mind, her nose and jawline being central; then I was running late for work and being haunted by some scenes in the movie. The early morning overcast sky embraced everything in its dark, cold endearing arms, and I stopped to stare, finding a weird kind of solace in that grayness before a LRT Leverisa bus came.

Some scenes were still there in my mind, and the movie's accompanying feeling of loss and resulting redemption just became my morning coffee. Perhaps a mild case of seasonal affective disorder. just perhaps, since this kind of season holds its own internal joy for me.

Jennifer Connelly mentioned something about ambition in the film, she said, "Ambition is the ice in the lake of emotion."