who are we in this complicated world?

i just watched the kite runner with my dad. he and i have always been the ones most interested in art and films. it was beautiful. i do recommend it, and after seeing it i would really love to read the book. it was two hours long and it felt more like one. it flew by and that really is a good thing because that happens when i really enjoy things like music and films. i loved the letter hassan wrote. i wish kites would fly in the sky too. it made me wish afghanistan was still breathtaking the way it was in the 1970s. it is worse than it was in the film by the end. the language they speak is so billowy, like a creek. it is very nice to listen to. so smooth, with some little bumps.

it had such a small necessary amount of humor and an equally "just right" amount of perverse and violent imagery. i liked it when amir's father stands up to the russian checkpoint officer and gets thanked by that nice man's wife. that little boy at the end, when he walks into his bedroom and breathes into that pillow, was also nice; it made me so sad in the happiest way. those kites they flew, and the way the director tied images from amir and hassan's childhood to present-day life, and those beard police. the way blood helped the trees grow, hassan smashing that rotten fruit into his face, and hassan saying : "for you, a thousand times over!" and running, and amir's poem on the way to pakistan. rahim asking for stories and getting the dedication, and those bowls of wax they coated the kite string in. amir giving hassan the credit for everything in the end. his father not dying in vain.

"The Kite Runner" / dir. Marc Forster, 2007

now all i want to do is fly paper kites and run through dusty streets and freewrite for the rest of my life.