How often are we lost in translation?
Translation from one language to another language? Translation from one culture to another culture? Or Translation from one person's expression to aother person's perception (or explanation)?
I found myself perplexed all the time...
Two of my favorite scenes in Lost In Translation by Sofia Coppola
Bob: What are you doing?
Charlotte: My husband's a photographer, so he's here working. I wasn't doing anything so I came along.
Bob: What do you do?
Charlotte: I'm not sure yet, actually
[Later in the film, Charlotte visited a Japanese Temple and observed a Japanese style wedding ceremony]
[Bob is taking a bath]
Lydia Harris: [over the phone] Is this a bad time?
Bob: [pauses] No, it's always a good time.
Lydia Harris: The burgundy carpet is out of stock: it's going to take twelve weeks. Did you like any of the other colors?
Bob: Whatever you like - I'm just completely lost.
Lydia Harris: It's just carpet.
Bob: That's not what I'm talking about.
Lydia Harris: What are you talking about?
Bob: I don't know. I just want to... get healthy. I would like to start taking better care of myself. I'd like to start eating healthier - I don't want all that pasta. I would like to start eating like Japanese food.
Lydia Harris: [icily] Well, why don't you just stay there and you can have it every day?
Bob: [biting his tongue] How are the kids doing?
Lydia Harris: They're fine. They miss their father.
Lydia Harris: Do I need to worry about you, Bob?
Bob: Only if you want to.
May 27, 2009
May 26, 2009
May 9, 2009
May 8, 2009
May 4, 2009
I found myself speaking on my phone while walking back and forth on the sofa, which is not very characteristic of me.
Maybe I am just too happy that I lived my May 4th, 2009 to the fullest.
Note: Sally at Cape Cod, Beach Forest Trail. The sun finally came out and shined on our smiles.
I was trying to describe my feelings to a friend. And I did an awfully bad job.
I couldn't help but thinking what has gone wrong with me? And what scared me the most is, I could not even remember immediately whether I was like this six years ago.
Maybe not. I cannot be.
There seems to be a part of me that has been dissipating away in the past six years of life. The ability of expressing myself gradually become disabled. Is it a normal process of growing up and gaining maturity? Or is it simply a side-effect of trying too hard to live my new identity?
A Friend once texted me saying that I need to open my mind more. I never forgot that text message which has been archived for a long time.
I want to. I always want to.
Maybe it is time to try, and to try harder to look for an open sky deep inside.
Note: Cape Cod Coast Guard Beach 2009.05.02