learning how to become optimistic in my melancholic poetic life

1995
"That night, I ran into that woman again. I knew very well we'd never be friends or confidants. We'd had too many chances to rub elbows in the past. We had rubbed elbows till our clothes tore, but still no sparks. Maybe it was the weather, but that evening I felt a spark."
Fallen Angels (1995) is of the best films I have ever seen. I feel that people hyper-fixate on its aesthetic qualities when appraising the film, often overlooking how rich it is intellectually.
That ride and the song at the end was/is perfection...