There is truth, and there are lies, and art always tells the truth. Even when it’s lying.
[…] he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go, we’ll eat you - we love you so!” And Max said, “No!”. The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws, but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day.
It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.
"That’s the hard part - growing without growing apart, or changing without it scaring the other person."
Her (2013) dir: Spike Jonze