The concept here is that of a ghost being in love with a living person and vice versa. Supernatural creatures are fundamentally unrelatable, which becomes tangibly given, in the way the night air made of fine needle points might be given, if they try to rejoin the world of the living, so to me this concept—and possibly this concept alone—expresses nearly complete loneliness. I don’t even know how else to talk about unrelatability and how crushing it is.
This clip is a perfect illustration of the idea that there’s a line that’s not meant to be crossed, that there are mundane actions that can’t be done without bleeding, and that the experience of unrelatability shares a starkly ruthless quality with the experience of physical pain: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WL4112MJURc
