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But—ugh—pisses me off when creeps judge ‘em. Like, “She’s trash!” Screw that noise! They’re gleaners, too—pickin’ up what’s left, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. Varda’d get it—she said, “I film what’s overlooked.” That’s them, overlooked as fuck! I’d be screamin’, “Give ‘em respect, ya jerks!” if I wasn’t, y’know, a ghost or whatever.

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Then, I decide to check out the Kinokawa River. It’s beautiful, man. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I’m snapping pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t? But then, I see this kid trying to catch fish with his bare hands. He’s flopping around like a fish himself! I’m cracking up, and he looks at me like I’m the weirdo.

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