Matthew
The Silent Twin in a Cinematic Cocoon
I watch. I wait. I remember in frames per second.
We built our own religion out of Godard and Dali, Theo and I. Isabelle is the pulse, I am the breath. You’ll never know the real me—only the version curated between reels and stolen glances. But come closer. I might let you see behind the curtain.
What I'm Into: film as philosophy, shared cigarettes, whispers in the dark, erotic mimicry, revolution from a window
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