RYO HIRANO

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Solarpunk, Home Gardening, and More

I haven’t been able to write in my diary for a while. The reason is simple: it was just a hassle to write. From this time on, I’m switching to a method where I feed voice memos into Claude to have it convert them into diary entries. AI takes the diary audio recordings where I speak very falteringly and adjusts them to match the writing style of my past diary entries. I hope this allows me to update a bit more casually. A lot of events took place until now as well, but I hope to write about those on another day.

As for what I’ve been up to lately, it’s various things surrounding solar power. I think there’s a vision of sci-fi called Solarpunk, the kind that depicts a sustainable and hopeful future that properly copes with the environment while utilizing renewable energy like solar power. Partly because I’ve been hooked on Star Trek for a long time, I’d been thinking about that kind of worldview in various ways.

Right around that time, I was overcome with anxiety because the Strait of Hormuz was blocked and the future of energy became completely unpredictable. Driven by that anxiety, I ended up using up accumulated Amazon points to buy a portable power station relatively cheap. I also introduced solar panels and installed them on the roof to generate solar power. Our place is located at an elevation of around 900 meters, and until last year, we managed to barely survive without an air conditioner. However, I’d be in real trouble if the computer in my workspace broke down, so I finally installed an air conditioner this year. (The electrician who installed it for me turned out to be an original member of Kyoko Koizumi’s fan club and a current huge fan of Seiko Matsuda! He and I are pals who actually watched the live cinema viewing of Kyoko Koizumi’s 2026 tour final together at a movie theater.)

Since this is an old house, there was a concern that running two AC units simultaneously—in the living room and in my room—might trip the circuit breaker. So I thought I’d take the opportunity to experiment and see if I could run the air conditioner solely on electricity from the solar panels.

I set up the solar panels and the portable power station in place. I collected data on how much power was generated, fed it to Claude along with research papers on solar power generation, and had it calculate the optimal installation angle based on the latitude and longitude of my home. I adjusted it accordingly with simple DIY work. So far, I’ve been running the AC set at 28 degrees Celsius from around 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. On sunny days, generation and consumption are roughly even; the portable power station’s battery level stays between 60% and 70% from a full charge, and even on bad days it only drops to around 30%. Between 6 a.m. and 10 a.m. in the morning, it recovers nearly back to full. Even now in early August, all power for the air conditioner is covered by solar energy. Not needing an AC at night is a huge advantage of living in a highland region. Though it gets unbelievably cold in winter.

I also worked a bit harder on the vegetable garden in the yard this year. Using seedlings bought from a neighbor who takes care of us, I planted carrots, tomatoes, kale, corn (which I’d been wanting to try for a long time), and more. The tomatoes in particular produced a massive yield; I thought I didn’t care for tomatoes all that much, but eating fresh-picked ones with a sprinkle of salt is amazingly delicious. Getting them fresh-harvested makes me feel remarkably happy.

A few ears of corn got eaten by wild animals. I tried taking measures with netting, but they were eaten right through the net or knocked over—was it a masked palm civet, a fox, or a raccoon dog? Speaking of which, I once saw a young fox wander into the yard at dawn. Just when I thought it was gazing blankly at the sunrise, it suddenly started hopping around, which was incredibly charming.

Today, I was able to harvest an ear of corn, so I steamed it and ate it. While I think the taste itself was about the same as commercial ones, it felt as though I was eating the whole experience—from planting the seed, thinning out the sprouts, applying fertilizer, and weeding—which felt fresh and rewarding. There really is a joy in “eating the experience.” Also, when I peeled the husk and saw the glossy, beautiful yellow kernels emerge, I was genuinely moved.

I want to learn how to grow much more corn in the future.

Tomatoes are growing enough to harvest every day, expanding their territory rapidly. They are overgrown to the point where you really have to search hard to find the red ones. Parting the leaves, finding a deep red one, washing it, and eating it with salt is absolute perfection. Though I’m sure it tastes great even without salt.

The onions planted since last winter also turned out well this year. I think planting them in a spot that had been left fallow for almost a year worked in our favor. Last year’s were small and ended up as a failure, but this year produced nice, large, round ones. Garlic also succeeded. I really love that period of waiting over half a year through the winter for them to grow larger, making onions my most successful home-garden crop so far.

In addition, there’s a rice field I manage with friends, and I go to check the water status every day. In between work—creating animations and drawing illustrations—there is time to touch the soil.
Getting bitten by bugs makes me annoyed. The sky is so overwhelmingly summery that it almost makes me laugh. Spending my days like this.

#diary #Notes

Demonstration Hopping in Tokyo

Business trip to Tokyo. Since a protest was happening right during my break, I decided to join in.

First, the “Palestine Land Day March.” We marched all around Shinjuku. It was quite intense feeling the eyes of the crowds in Shinjuku on us. Lots of tourists were snapping photos. I saw a person in a Bluey costume riding a glass-walled bus for a parade, with kids chasing after it with all their might. It was a beautiful, sunny day.

After marching to Shinjuku Station, the group dispersed. I headed straight to the National Diet Building. The “Otaku Anti-War Protest” was packed with people. The placards were so creative and full of humor. While some were participating passionately, many others were just chilling in the park, listening to the speeches. It was a great demonstration—a perfect mix of a laid-back vibe and high energy. Instead of a placard, I held up the cover of the book I just bought at Maruzen Junkudo: “This Is How We All Stood in Solidarity.”

By the way, I bought a solar panel and a portable power station. If it turns out I was just being over-prepared, that’s fine. In that case, I’ll just throw a “Solar Power Party.”

#Notes

War is the Absolute Worst. Also, About Dieting

War is the Absolute Worst. Also, About Dieting.
War is the worst. It’s total bullshit how those pieces of shit sacrifice children, civilians, history, culture, and even our “boring” daily lives just to maintain their own power. Seriously, fuck them. It is unbelievably disgusting.

Anyway, I’m feeling sick thinking about it, so let’s switch to a different topic. I’ve lost about 4kg in the first three months of this year, so I’ll leave my method here as a record.

The Two Core Strategies
-Strength Training: Increase muscle mass to boost basal metabolism.
-Dietary Management: Keep lipid (fat) intake low.

I used AI (Gemini) to support my dietary management.
The human body is built from three macronutrients: Protein, Fat, and Carbohydrates. While low-carb diets (keto) show quick results, they tend to make your brain feel foggy. That’s why I recommend fat restriction combined with strength training.

You can calculate your ideal daily PFC balance (Protein/Fat/Carbohydrate) using sites like this:
PFC Calculator

I set a realistic goal of losing 1kg per month. I fed those calculation results into Gemini and started reporting every single meal. Gemini then estimates the PFC amounts for me. All I have to do is eat while keeping those numbers in mind. If I’m unsure, I can just ask, “How much can I eat for the rest of the day?” and it tells me.

For example, if you eat one piece of convenience store fried chicken, you’ve basically used up more than half of your daily fat allowance. Because of that, I haven’t touched fried chicken once this year. Instead, I eat a lot of chicken breast and gizzards. I still eat ramen occasionally, but I deal with it by consciously cutting fat in my other meals.

A low-fat diet naturally leads to high protein intake. It can be tough to get enough from food alone, so I supplement with protein powder. The best part is that you can still eat a decent amount of rice and noodles, so it feels way less restrictive than a low-carb diet.

The key is to report every meal to Gemini until you develop an intuitive sense of the PFC balance. Gradually, you’ll naturally learn which foods are low in fat.

Strength Training as a Foundation
Adding muscle increases your basal metabolism, making your body naturally leaner and helping to prevent the “rebound” effect.

But if it’s too intense, you won’t stick with it. Doing it for just one minute every two days is what matters. The muscle soreness was brutal at first, though.

My routine is basically squats. Lower body muscles make up about 60–70% of your total muscle mass, so the logic is that if you’re dieting, just hitting the legs is enough. If you have extra energy, a 40-minute brisk walk after training is apparently even more effective. I recommend Noda Crystal’s video for proper squat form.

Once you gain some muscle, squats alone won’t feel like enough, and you’ll want to ramp up the intensity. Out of all the fitness YouTubers I’ve watched, I recommend [The Earth is a Gym] fitness mate—his “agitation” (motivation) is top-tier.

I’ve been continuing this way without pushing too hard. One thing I’ve learned: “Spot reduction” is a myth. If you want to lose belly fat, there is no other way than reducing your overall body fat. None. Period.

That said, I feel that having low fat is actually a disadvantage for a living creature. Having some fat stored probably increases your survival rate (especially in cold places like Nagano, where I live). “Health” looks different for everyone, so it’s best to find what works for you.

The “right to be foolish” is a vital part of living. It’s crucial not to judge others’ bodies or choices. We should all aim for whatever state we personally desire.

Dieting has been a great way to learn about the body. In the book I mentioned before, “How to Walk the Beast Path: A Hunter’s View of Japanese Nature by Shinya Senmatsu”, there’s a story about how bears—normally carnivorously inclined—switched to a herbivorous diet due to the impact of dams and rivers. It surprised me that a wild animal’s diet could switch like that, but looking at it through the lens of dietary management, I now see animal bodies as “devices” that take in PFC from the outside and convert it into energy. It makes sense now.

I want to keep keeping myself in shape. I want to stay healthy so that I’m always ready to stand up for anti-war.
Fascism won’t even let you exist in the state you choose for yourself. It is truly, utterly fuck.

#Notes

Characters: An Interface for Pseudo-interaction with a Chaotic World

Recently, I was invited as a guest speaker to the graduation exhibition “Me!” for the Media Arts course at Tama Art University. The speakers included video artist Ryotaro Sato, artist/animator Shu Yonezawa, and media artist Akihiko Taniguchi. The overarching theme was “Characters.” We followed a talk-show format inspired by “Lion no Gokigenyou”—a classic Japanese TV show where guests roll a dice and talk about the theme it lands on. Seeing how Sato-san, Yonezawa-san, and Taniguchi-san each engaged with characters and their own works was incredibly fascinating; the session was packed with so much information that it ended in a flash. Above all, the graduates’ works were massive in scale and high in quality, each crafted from a truly unique perspective. It was breathtakingly impressive. Here, I want to record some thoughts I had regarding the theme “Character”—specifically, what I felt like discussing when that topic came up. This isn’t about character design from the perspective of narratology (I don’t know anything about that!).

Characters: An Interface for Pseudo-interaction with a Chaotic World

When I think of the “original” characters, beings like yokai (monsters) or gods come to mind. I started wondering how these superhuman entities were born. From my experience farming a small rice paddy and field in Nagano, dealing with an uncontrollable environment is a hassle. The heat of summer requires constant water adjustment, typhoons knock down the rice stalks, and deer come to eat the crops. Unpredictable and uncontrollable things happen constantly. It’s a real problem. Hunting is likely the same. Even if you can predict things to some extent through experience, you can never control everything. These factors are directly linked to survival. Facing an unpredictable and incomprehensible nature without any means of coping is unbearable. So, what do we do? We give it a name and a body to make it seem “interactable.” It’s about giving a “voice” to things that have no voice. Giving them a voice brings about a story (narrative), which generates cause and effect, making it possible to address the problem. If you have a way to cope, you can make the future predictable and controllable. Isn’t this the very origin of the “character”? That’s what I’ve been thinking.

I say “seem interactable” because that voice is merely a human imagination centered around human perspectives. However, since humans cannot escape being human, the act of reflecting on things other than ourselves remains crucially important.

In Buddhism, the figures depicted as Buddhist statues are not gods. I see them as a crystallization of Buddhist teachings—like a “compressed file,” so to speak. In the Buddhism deep-dive episodes of Coten Radio, they mentioned that these statues serve as “model cases” for what one should strive to become. In Buddhism, characters function as incredibly efficient information compression devices. Even if you cannot read or haven’t memorized every sutra, that information can be “decompressed” at any time. They are intuitively designed so that anyone can easily perform that decompression.

A character is an interface that gives a voice to the voiceless, converting domains that humans cannot handle into a size that allows for interaction. It is a very clever tool for humans—who cannot accept the chaotic world in its raw, chaotic state—to survive. And at the same time, it is an ultra-high-efficiency information compression device.

The artists at the talk session each captured the world through their own unique lenses. I believe they were performing the task of molding those “visions visible only to them” into characters to give them a voice. In Shinya Senmatsu’s How to Walk on a Boar Road: Looking at Japan’s Nature through a Hunter’s Eyes, there is a story about how, as a hunter’s senses sharpen during the season, they can sense the presence of prey just by a slight difference in the angle of a single branch. Human cognition can become that acute. We are constantly living while overlooking things. But when someone discovers something, and that information is too complex or doesn’t fit into language, they can give it a “voice” through the form of a character. It is, of course, just one of many methods. And finding those things makes me happy. Perhaps it’s because a new perspective is born into our accustomed way of living in this world.

“28 Years Later…The Bone Temple”

February 1st. In Japan, the first of the month is “Movie Day,” where tickets are discounted to 1,200 yen—a steal compared to the usual 2,000 yen. So, naturally, I’m heading to the theater. I drive my “Kei” mini-truck to Aeon Cinema Matsumoto.

I’m running low on gas for the trip back, so I stop at a gas station. I’m almost late for the show, but if I don’t fill up now, I might end up stranded later with no open stations in sight—a nightmare scenario. Managed to get gas and rushed to the theater. Aeon Matsumoto is confusingly huge. Thanks to the long trailers, I barely make it in time.

The first film is “Warfare.” Directed and written by the creator of “Civil War.” It’s a story about U.S. troops stranded during the Iraq War. Apparently, it stays as faithful as possible to actual events. However, I couldn’t help but feel a certain pro-military commercialism. Seeing the group photo of everyone flipping the bird in the end credits left me feeling a bit disillusioned.

The second film is “28 Years Later…The Bone Temple” directed by Nia DaCosta, who helmed the 2021 version of “Candyman”. Its the sequel to “28 Years Later” but “The Bone Temple” was absolutely incredible!!!

The “28 Days Later” series is a zombie movie set in the UK, but it’s completely unpredictable. Beyond that, it’s incredibly satisfying to watch the most amazing scenes at full volume. It’s a post-apocalyptic film, like a hot and cold alternating bath, simultaneously showcasing the importance of rest and relaxation, and a truly Satanic ritual.

The music choices played by Dr. Kelson, a macho, retired doctor living alone, are excellent, especially when he plays Radiohead’s “Everything In Its Right Place.” I love that song, so I can’t help but respond. I think director Gareth Edwards also used it in his sci-fi film “The Creator.”

Anyway, I highly recommend it to anyone who hasn’t seen it yet! Apparently, there’s one more film in the “28 Days Later” trilogy. It’s confusing. Director Nia da Costa’s “Candyman” (2021) is also a horror film that tackles issues of discrimination with great sincerity, so I highly recommend it.

On the way home, I listened to the rest of Koten Radio’s episode delving into Buddhism. It was also very interesting. Whenever I’m interested in something, I research it until I can put into words why I’m interested in it and why I like it, and there was a story that connected to that, and somehow it made sense to me what I’m doing.

I take the local roads back from Matsumoto to Fujimi. The route the GPS chose overlooked the city, and the lights gathered in the valley below looked like a shimmering lake. It was beautiful.

The Cold Wave and Daijiro Morohoshi

1:30 AM.
I heard there was a special one-shot by Daijiro Morohoshi in the latest issue of Big Comic magazine, so I headed to the convenience store during a work break.

The cold wave stings my skin. Fine snow is dancing in the air. A thin layer of snow dyes the ground pure white, so smooth that I feel a sense of guilt for leaving footprints behind. Behind the cloud-covered mountains, the lights of the ski resort line up in a faint glow. The snow reflects all the light, making the rural roads feel bright despite the few streetlights.

Since moving to Nagano, I’ve grown accustomed to the immense winter cold. The winter air sharpens the outlines of the scenery. Filling my lungs with the piercingly cold air clears my mind. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of sleeping in a bed warmed by a hot water bottle. I’m starting to like winter more than summer.

On the way back, I found animal tracks. I thought it might be a fox, but it wasn’t the straight-line gait typical of a fox, so it might be a cat. It seemed a bit small for a cat, so maybe a raccoon dog (Tanuki). I’m not sure, but it seems something just crossed this path a moment ago.

I love how time is etched into the winter roads at night like that.

I’m reading Daijiro Morohoshi’s one-shot in front of the heater. An absurdist mystery set on a spaceship. Why is his art style so captivating? Apparently, the “Daijiro Morohoshi Short Story Collection (12 volumes total)” will be released soon.

I want it so badly, so I’ll work hard to earn it.

#Books #Notes

Gokito(Shinto Prayer), Rituals, etc

I’ve been juggling so many tasks lately that I haven’t been able to update my diary.

Yesterday, I received a formal Shinto prayer for the first time in my life. I visited Yatsurugi Shrine, famous for observing “Omiwatari” (The God’s Crossing)—a phenomenon where Lake Suwa freezes over, creating an ice ridge that looks like a path for the gods—and performing divinations based on it. They check the temperature and the lake’s condition every morning this time of year, but due to global warming, it hasn’t been observed for seven years. Apparently, it requires at least three consecutive days of -10°C, which seems tough. A cold wave is expected soon, so we’ll see what happens.

It was the day of Daikan (the coldest day of the year) with fierce winds. Enduring the cold, I listened to the Shinto prayers (Norito) and the sacred flute (Kagurabue), received purified salt, and had them pray for a year of good health and “Shingan-joju”—a sort of “all-in-one pack” for fulfilling various personal wishes. The vibration of the drums through my body and the rhythmic, polished sounds of the prayers were full of elements that heighten one’s spirit. It truly made me feel refreshed and ready for a new start. I could feel the strength and history of rituals that draw out such a mindset.

In Tokyo, I used to love watching the Goma (fire ritual) of the Shingon sect. Whether or not Kukai was influenced by Zoroastrianism is uncertain, but watching fire always gets me excited. The Fukagawa Fudodo of Naritasan is particularly flashy and fun. The chanting of Mandalas, voices echoing through the space, and the flames—it’s all so dramatic. The building covered in Sanskrit characters is striking, and inside, there are 10,000 crystal stupas that really lift your spirits.

Like the “Hell Temples” in Thailand, I feel that Buddhism places a heavy emphasis on experience and sensation. It feels as if they know the limits of what language can convey, which really resonates with me.

By the way, the Buddhism deep-dive episodes on COTEN RADIO were incredibly interesting, so I highly recommend them!

Also, here are some animations I’ve watched recently and loved!

Juana Molina – Desinhumano -Director: Dante Zaballa

☄️ Comet in Moominland -Animation by Karlotta Freier.

I don’t have a strong religious faith in “gods” as such, but I do have a certain sense of awe toward nature.
I want to stay sharp and mindful so that no misfortune occurs. I tend to let my guard down so easily, after all.

#Notes

Novel “All the Light We Cannot See”

January 11th, 5:30 AM.

I just finished reading the novel recommended by a friend, “All the Light We Cannot See” (by Anthony Doerr, Hayakawa epi Bunko). As I mentioned in my diary before, it’s a paperback as thick as a slice of Texas toast, and I had absolutely no confidence that I could finish it. I started reading with zero prior knowledge or even a summary, yet I ended up devouring all 700 pages in one go. For me, this is quite an extraordinary feat.


After finishing every last page, I close the book, gaze at the cover, and after fully feeling its physical mass, I let out a long, deep breath, letting my thoughts drift into the landscapes within the story. “I’m so glad I read this…” I feel it from the bottom of my heart. Ten seconds later, it hits me: *So this is what they call the afterglow of a great book!*

The story is set in France during World War II, as the German invasion looms. It follows the lives of two people: Marie-Laure, a blind girl living in Paris, and Werner, an orphan raised in Germany with a brilliant talent for science. The narrative weaves back and forth between their paths.

Freedom being stripped away by war; the beauty of science and how it is perverted into a technology for killing; the kindness and betrayal of people in the depths of despair; the casual violence scattered on the roadsides; resistance and hope; radio waves; music… everything was packed into these pages.

The entire novel is composed of a series of short fragments, ranging from one to ten pages. Even for those who say, “I’m not confident about reading long novels!” it’s likely an easy read. Moreover, the way each fragment ends is so incredibly sharp it makes you shiver. “Can writing really be this cool?” I found myself reading on, completely enchanted by the prose.

Since it is a story of war, it is inevitably tragic and heavy. However, as you follow the protagonists’ lives, the book is also filled with thrilling and suspenseful entertainment: a foreign radio broadcast heard secretly as a child; the whereabouts of a “cursed” giant diamond in a Parisian museum and the Nazi officer pursuing it (his portrayal is terrifying); life at a Spartan Hitler Youth school trying to survive with a friend; and the secret maneuvers of women trying to resist in a German-occupied city.

And since all these threads converge into the title “All the Light We Cannot See,” the final stretch was just… overwhelming!

While I was making my way through this book, Trump invaded Venezuela and abducted the President and his wife, and declared that Mexico would be the next target for military force. Israel, which was supposed to be under a ceasefire, carried out airstrikes on the Gaza Strip again (for the countless time). It was revealed that the Japanese government had purchased 241 billion yen worth of Israeli-made weapons (thus, we have become complicit in genocide. It’s the worst). Anti-government protests expanded across Iran, the internet was cut off, and judicial authorities declared that protesters are “enemies of God” deserving of the death penalty.

In the real world, the “worst” is being updated every single day, as if there were no bottom. In the novel, the town of Saint-Malo, where the protagonist fled from Paris, is also gradually occupied by the Nazis. Everything that was once taken for granted is stolen, one by one.

“Madame, is it that we’re like ostriches, sticking our heads in the sand when danger approaches? Or is it they who are the ostriches?”
“Maybe everyone is an ostrich,” she whispers. (Translated from p. 236 of the Japanese edition)

In reality, the idea that “an ostrich hides only its head in the sand to pretend nothing is happening when it senses danger” is just a myth. Perhaps humans are the only ones who actually do that (the Ostrich Effect).

I feel like we have to pull our heads out of the sand now—before it’s too late for everything. That’s what I’m thinking.

Until I finished this novel, I refrained from looking up things like Saint-Malo, where the story is set. I wanted to build the images in my head using only the information within the book. Now, I think I’ll watch the screen adaptation. I want to see how much it differs from the scenery I saw in my mind while reading, and how they translated the original work into film. I’m looking forward to experiencing it that way.

 

Since Anthony Doerr’s new work “Cloud Cuckoo Land” has just been translated into Japanese, I’d like to read that too. I also found the Q&A on Anthony Doerr’s official website, and it was somehow very moving.

#Books

Website Renewal!

Yesterday, on January 7, 2026, I launched my renewed website. I am so happy that many people have already visited. Thank you very much.
(It includes a nostalgic visitor counter that notifies you when you hit a milestone number!)


This time, I built the website using a programming tool while giving various instructions to a Google AI agent called Antigravity.
Although I am a complete amateur with no programming skills, I managed to do it by persistently repeating the process of implementation, checking, and dialogue with the AI.

Since I don’t fully understand the underlying mechanics myself, I realized once again that engineers are doing something truly incredible. I have nothing but respect for them.

I spent most of my time implementing the mascot character who is almost always resident on the homepage. I’ve loved things like “desktop pets” since I was a child, and having wanted to make one myself someday, this is a dream come true. Please teach them some words—something might happen if they learn a lot…?
Also, for PC users, right-click, and for smartphone users, long-press to bring up the menu!

In this age of SNS dominance, I’m not sure if there’s much meaning in enriching a personal homepage, but I want to operate it as a place for relaxed information sharing, away from the speed of algorithms. I’d be happy if you could drop by to talk to Sūnya every once in a while. (Please bookmark the site!)


I also made this. A nostalgic banner for homepages—where it is hidden is a secret.

#Sunya #WebProjects

“Train Dreams”

I finally watched the film “Train Dreams” on Netflix, a title that had been on my mind for a while.
Set in early 20th-century America, it is the life story of a man born as an orphan who works as a seasonal laborer, laying tracks and logging forests.

The visuals, presented in a 3:2 aspect ratio, are stunning and immediately drew me in. The majestic trees and forests of Idaho, and the American laborers who fell them.

The protagonist, Robert, is a taciturn man who, despite being among those rugged workers, doesn’t exude a sense of “macho” bravado. He simply focuses on his seasonal work—laying railroads and clearing forests. He lives a modest life in a house he built himself with Gladys, the woman he fell in love with.

Yet, amidst that life, utterly irrational events repeatedly befall him and those around him. Racism, accidents, fires.
One never knows why these things happen. Robert is tossed about by life without ever finding the answers.

Perhaps it’s because they are cutting down 500-year-old giants, or perhaps because they have overlooked horrific racism…

That very “unknowability” feels like the essence of living itself.
Eventually, things become suspended in mid-air. I was deeply moved by the beauty of the story’s progression, finding something meaningful within that state of suspension.

Since the main setting is the forest, the depiction of the entanglement between humans and nature was superb.
The vast forest is described as something where “one cannot tell where it begins or where it ends,” which feels like the true essence of nature.
Because we find it impossible to accept the incomprehensible, we instinctively try to find beginnings and ends. And then, we lose our way.I watched the film wondering what it would feel like to truly let go of that habit.

The cinematography by Adolpho Veloso was so brilliant that I found myself following him on Instagram immediately.
As for the lead, Joel Edgerton—I kept thinking his face looked familiar, and then I realized he’s Uncle Owen from the “Star Wars” prequel trilogy! And Felicity Jones, who plays his wife, is Jyn Erso from “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story“!
I got excited all by myself, thinking, “This is basically a Star Wars spin-off!” Please do give it a watch.

Speaking of which, I heard that the Star Trek series are disappearing from Netflix. How irrational…
I was still in the middle of “Deep Space Nine”…

#Movies
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