I have always longed to sleep wrapped in your arms, holding your body, kissing your face

Though you have no heartbeat, no breath, I can still see your smile

text “from 2010-04-14 — K’s Journal”

I once heard someone say that when she loves a person, she wants to kill them and eat them, to possess them entirely. I can understand that much, because it’s still rooted in love for a “living body” — but back then I couldn’t make sense of necrophilia, that strange, eerie feeling. At the very least, I’d find it nearly impossible to fall for a corpse I’d never even known when it was alive — I mean, really, with so many living bodies available, why would anyone want to make love to the dead? But looking at it now, necrophilia, as a way of channeling sexual pressure and sexual impulse, isn’t actually such a bad outlet.

Besides that, this film also lets us glimpse some exploration of the meaning of “eternity.” Since childhood, society has fed us a certain message — that having children lets love continue, lets life continue. But honestly, what the hell does my offspring have to do with my love? Confused romance, as confusing and nauseating as it may look, is still at least more honest than some of the high-sounding rhetoric out there. If you really love me, would you still treat my corpse that way after I die?