to the mun and back

can we translate how we feel? what is gained and what is lost in the attempt to translate a word, a phrase, a feeling?

alongside my reflections on the film 'melodies of a white night' (1976, dir. sergei solovyov and tasiyuki tasikura), i discuss the limits and opportunities provided by art  to translate languages and feelings, and ponder on whether a translation is ever sufficient and how we decide what is even worth attempting to translate in the first place. 

in a discussion of ivan turgenev's novella, 'klara milich' (1883), and the film, 'clear skies' (1961), i explore the fragility of reality and what it means to navigate interpersonal relationships in collaboration with and out of respect for the multitude of realities that are in motion at a given moment in time. based on the acknowledgement and acceptance that every reality is shaped by human experience and desire, i interrogate what it means to be truly delusional and why some (or many) of us should avoid categorizing our experiences as such. the more pressing task before us is to differentiate what it is that brings our fabrics of reality into harmonious contact with one another.