The Darjeeling Limited (2007) dir. Wes Anderson
Jack: Which direction did your's go?
Francis: What do you mean?
Jack: Your feathers... mine blew toward the mountains
Francis: That's not right. It's not suppose to get blown away. You're suppose to blow on it then bury it.
Peter: I didn't get that. I still have mine.
Francis: You guys didn't do it right. I asked if you read the instructions. You did it wrong... I tried my hardest. I don't know what to do.
Because of my Buddhist upbringing, I tend to believe that I'm more positive in life than most people, even when the chips are low, the odds are stacked against me. I always thought I have outgrown the phase of emo, wallowing in self-pity shit pretty fast. But of course there are times when I feel exasperated. I thought about The Darjeeling Limited this evening and how I could connect Owen Wilson's Francis. The Darjeeling Limited is the 143th disc I have recorded and only halfway through. The film is a collection of memories of June 2008. A failed sponsored trip to Beijing, friendship, a viral attack that could have cost my life, of giving up a vegetarian diet.
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