jo’s review published on Letterboxd:
honestly the progression from "if you look at me, who do i look at?" to "you dreamt of me?" "no. i thought of you." drives me insane because perceiving and thinking do not belong on the same level of consciousness. how perception is more towards what is right in front of us this very moment and thinking is transcendence—giving the present a hint of futurity.
yearning bitches go crazy go stupid thinking about it. i'm yearning bitches.