He wrote me that in the suburbs of Tokyo there is a temple consecrated to cats. I wish I could convey you the simplicity—the lack of affectation of this couple who had come to place an inscribed wooden slat in the cat cemetery so their cat Tora would be protected. No she wasn’t dead, only run away. But on the day of her death no one would know how to pray for her, how to intercede with death so that he would call her by her right name. So they had to come there, both of them, under the rain, to perform the rite that would repair the web of time where it had been broken.
Sans Soleil (dir. Chris Marker — 1983)
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