The in between is becoming infinite...

Just saw the movie Her, written and directed by Spike Jonze, this past weekend and I was amazed, depressed, and enlightened after living Ted for two and a half hours.

A picture of a woman with her back turned is on Jonze's wall. As he recalls obtaining it, "the beautiful mysteriousness of it. And also, you know, the memory of it.”

Here is an article documenting the making of the movie.

The emotion evoked from the film recalls the framed anonymity: "...her dark-blonde hair brushing her shoulders, almost tangibly present but at the same time unreachable. She’s real, but only in her world, not yours."