Monthly Archives: December 2020

I saw Porco Rosso and fell in love with it for the first time in eighth grade, when my obsession with Hayao Miyazaki’s films had just started. Now older and somewhat wiser, I rewatched it with a close friend in a quiet book cafe on Nguyen Bieu Street. Once again, I fell violently in loveContinue reading “Porco Rosso”

The Stranger did one thing for me that made it the perfect book for my current situation: it got me thinking about myself, my life and even my existence but saved me the trouble of having to see a character with whom I felt connected to die or fall into a bottomless pit of despair.Continue reading “Albert Camus and The Stranger”