film – Cheri Lucas Rowlands

On Boyhood and Writing (and Then and Now)

After watching Boyhood, I wonder if I’ve been looking at it all wrong. Perhaps there are no versions, but just me.

Fleeting Love in the Time of Ambiguous Cinema, Part II

But here, on this earth, the seasons change. And somewhere along the way, I lost him. To this day, I don’t know how, I don’t know where, I don’t know to whom, and I don’t know why.

But all that is irrelevant, as two more summers have come and gone. The only thing important to note: He was not the one.

Fleeting Love in the Time of Ambiguous Cinema, Part I

And so I walked home. Part of me had wanted to say I did yearn for a summer love affair. But if I was to have a true love affair, it was going to be with Montreal, not a man.