I’ll give you a sense of perfection, Tetsuzo. You can be a lion. I’ll be a rabbit. I don’t need thick outlines. My metal box is starting to rot. I’m gonna go to a higher level. A rabbit, a suicide, a killer, evil, water overflowing from a glass. I’ll be whatever no one else wants to be. I’m sick of shameless outlines of people seeking happiness. They don’t wanna be rabbits. They just wanna eat rabbits. There’s no such jungle.

Your heart is a small glass. If you pour too much emotion into it… tears will spill out.
Noriko’s Dinner Table | Sion Sono, 2005

"turns out that lonely people are all the same"
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