To have loved and lost

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

(2004)

Had pretty much decided to watch this, rules be damned (see today's earlier post, plus the title of my previous post for this film, linked above, for clues to why), but was stunned to discover that it was technically eligible for Friday night screening anyway, six years having passed since I'd screened it. Stunned because I love the film so much, but maybe not so stunning, 'cause gawd, the uncompromising truth of how sick we get of those we love and how fatal that fatigue can be is so freaking painful to watch.

As for my seeming neurological symptoms earlier in the day, they seem to have gone away, at least for now.