There are movies that you watch and forget. And there are those after which you sit in silence for a long time. You look at the ceiling. Or into a cup of tea, cooled while thinking.

Such movies are not always bright. Sometimes they are quiet, as if in a whisper.
For me, this is, for example, "In the Mood for Love". Or "Before Sunrise". There are no explosions, but there are pauses, glances, breathing. Like in life.
And in books - "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"... I remember how I first read it - and it was as if I stayed there, for several days, somewhere between the lines.

It seems to me that such stories cleanse us. Rethink.
It's as if you're getting to know yourself again when you empathize with the characters. Or you see your feelings in their actions.
They don't just "like" them. They stay. They sound inside you when you walk down the street or fall asleep.

I like to arrange such evenings: a blanket, wine, and an old French movie. Or the opposite - a morning on the balcony with a book and the sun.
Each time it's like a meeting with something intimate.

And in such moments I know for sure: reality is not the only universe where I can feel.