{"id":2760,"date":"2019-11-02T17:18:42","date_gmt":"2019-11-02T21:18:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/?p=2760"},"modified":"2019-11-02T17:18:43","modified_gmt":"2019-11-02T21:18:43","slug":"taipei-story-edward-yang-1985","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/2019\/11\/02\/taipei-story-edward-yang-1985\/","title":{"rendered":"Taipei Story (Edward Yang, 1985)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"560\" src=\"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/taipei-story-1024x560.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2761\" srcset=\"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/taipei-story.png 1024w, http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/taipei-story-300x164.png 300w, http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/taipei-story-768x420.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption>Taipei Story<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>When we came across an abandoned playground it had just started to rain,  giving the grass an open, welcoming, lush scent that made the area feel like it was calling out to us. We were too grown up, too big, too adult  to really enter the play area, but there was an old swing set that felt  more attainable. The swings were covered in rust, and looked like they hadn&#8217;t been used since we were kids, but we took the chance anyway. You  could have called it a time machine, but everything was off, different,  weird. I couldn&#8217;t get the momentum I used to, and the subtle bouncing  of my breasts going up and down with each push of my legs made me  realize I was far past the age where things like swing sets were  appropriate. \u00a0Being in this area for children felt like a dome, a sanctuary, from things like death, bills and responsibility, but even being there on \u00a0that day was awkward. That lush feeling that the rain  had given off earlier turned melancholic and the longer we spent doing things we cherished as children the more uncomfortable it became. We knew we had to leave all of that behind. We&#8217;re too far down the rabbit hole for this to have felt reassuring. When we left the playground it  faded into the distance as we walked further into the mist until it wasn&#8217;t visible any longer. We only went there to keep grief at bay; attempting to wash the death of a loved one off of our skin, and escape the mourning of things out of our control, but even with this effort it was impossible to take anything with us when we left the playground. It was already gone. It had been for a very long time.\u00a0 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When we came across an abandoned playground it had just started to rain, giving the grass an open, welcoming, lush&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/2019\/11\/02\/taipei-story-edward-yang-1985\/\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Taipei Story (Edward Yang, 1985)<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[468,467,444,466],"class_list":["post-2760","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-468","tag-edward-yang","tag-prose","tag-taipei-story","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2760","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2760"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2760\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2762,"href":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2760\/revisions\/2762"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2760"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2760"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/curtsiesandhandgrenades.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2760"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}