Rusty Cars & Personal Space

 I remember in elementary through early high school spending a lot of time in and around old cars. Sitting on their rusted hoods picking at the paint flecks, finding parts for forts, and feeling like I was hiding from the noise of the baseball game in the distance. That sense of being away returned when watching Mosquita y Mari. They study and grow their connection in the old car lot. A scene that really stuck out to me was when they first studied together in the car and read all of the names and notes people had written on its surfaces in the past. In a way, that space seemed removed from not only other physical presences, but also the pressures that they bring. The inside of a car is a defined space. It's clear that this is where I am and anyone else is outside of my space, which I think can give one a sense of control or autonomy when you don't have as much as you would like. In the rusted enclosed, they could be themselves but maybe also have a sense of control. Maybe they were free in that space to let loose from the many pressures pushed onto them.