When was the last time you received a handwritten letter?

Recently, I've been thinking about letters. Handwritten letters.

For better or for worse, technology took away my ability to pour my heart out. I remember a time when I could write anything down on paper. And then I became a stranger to myself and I was no longer allowed to write with no holds barred because I did not want what I thought to be read by any eyes, even my own.

The very last letter I received caused me much pain. I did not dare to even finish reading it properly before I closed my eyes, tore it to pieces and buried it into the bin. I still haven't forgotten that guilt and I suspect I may never really will. It was pain I deserved and I suppose I will always have to pay for it.

海角七號 has done tremendously well in Taiwan. The poster makes it look like a soppy love story but it's not. It's more like one heart-aching background love story, one illogical love story, along with music, culture, family, elderly frustration, youthful angst, etc, etc. I like the letters arc, because the narrated letters painted an extremely vivid picture of longing, regret, love and loss. It wasn't a particularly good movie, but it was an enjoyable movie.