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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

I finally saw this film last night, unintentionally. It disturbed me in ways that I’m still processing. The style is similar to Natural Born Killers, but it’s a romance. The point, it seems, is that love is not a series of shared memories or an electro-chemical reaction. Erasing the physical remnants of a person won’t remove them. Love is both a choice and a reminder that we are still children of mystery, shaped by our choices and choices made for us. Shaped also by whom we choose to love – if we can choose.

I’ve been where Joel was, many of us have been. It’s not a place I return to willingly.

The poem that Kirsten Dunst quotes.