When Harry Met Sally...

After months of basically not watching stuff besides the very first Kamen Rider series (of which a mini-review will sooner or later follow...) I finally decided I could treat myself with this legendary rom-com of which I saw some scenes, but that I never happened to actually watch entirely, go figure why.

This didn't happen without a cost. I found a lot of me in this one. The apparent nonsense of love, the repulsion mixed with the attraction of what's different from me, the weight of time...

It reminded me of Before the Sunrise and its sequels. It made me suffer the same way.

I finished it and felt void. I'm not sure I liked the sensation, but I think it was healing something. I went to sleep earlier than usual.