I never post in "words" but...
You go outside, right? It's like this veil; this fog. Like after a barbeque. I don't know if Manhattan will ever shake the smell.
But it's not a barbeque. No umber, christmas crackling cherry mahogoney. It's the pungence of melting plastic and metal. Something not human. Something that doesn't care. And that's the only thing we can breathe. It becomes part of all of us. Even the homeless guy who sits on my steps. I mean, he's making his noises, but now it's frenetic and constant.
He stops, though. He just stops. Takes breaks. And if you look into the distance, everything blurs. "This", "It" This whole thing, "tradgedy" blah is suspended and carried in the air.
It seems like it's almost shielding us for a while to the definitive clarity of what wouldn't be there what we wouldn't see if it wasn't.
"It's a movie" "It's like a movie" "Michael Bay, Arnold Schwarteneger" Why does everyone say that? Why did I feel that?
Paul Thomas Anderson said something about loving films and being a film geek, but at a certain point, you feel like movies are betraying you.
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And there come these times in life where you just get to a spot when you feel like movies are betraying you. Where you're right in the middle of true, painful life. Like, say somebody could be sitting in a room somewhere, watching their father die of cancer, and all of a sudden it's like, no this really isn't happening, this is something I saw in Terms of Endearment. You're at this moment where movies are betraying you, and you resent movies for maybe taking away from the painful truth of what is happening to you.
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I don't think that the guy falling head first from the burning building thought it was a movie. But maybe he wished it was.
This is huge. This is huge. It seems like people aren't going to be able to trust anything for a long time.
At night, the smell blows uptown. So everyone goes inside.
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"...Or slumped over in a vacant room, head on a stranger's knee..."
-Evaporated
"So that happened"
-State and Main
You go outside, right? It's like this veil; this fog. Like after a barbeque. I don't know if Manhattan will ever shake the smell.
But it's not a barbeque. No umber, christmas crackling cherry mahogoney. It's the pungence of melting plastic and metal. Something not human. Something that doesn't care. And that's the only thing we can breathe. It becomes part of all of us. Even the homeless guy who sits on my steps. I mean, he's making his noises, but now it's frenetic and constant.
He stops, though. He just stops. Takes breaks. And if you look into the distance, everything blurs. "This", "It" This whole thing, "tradgedy" blah is suspended and carried in the air.
It seems like it's almost shielding us for a while to the definitive clarity of what wouldn't be there what we wouldn't see if it wasn't.
"It's a movie" "It's like a movie" "Michael Bay, Arnold Schwarteneger" Why does everyone say that? Why did I feel that?
Paul Thomas Anderson said something about loving films and being a film geek, but at a certain point, you feel like movies are betraying you.
quote:
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And there come these times in life where you just get to a spot when you feel like movies are betraying you. Where you're right in the middle of true, painful life. Like, say somebody could be sitting in a room somewhere, watching their father die of cancer, and all of a sudden it's like, no this really isn't happening, this is something I saw in Terms of Endearment. You're at this moment where movies are betraying you, and you resent movies for maybe taking away from the painful truth of what is happening to you.
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I don't think that the guy falling head first from the burning building thought it was a movie. But maybe he wished it was.
This is huge. This is huge. It seems like people aren't going to be able to trust anything for a long time.
At night, the smell blows uptown. So everyone goes inside.
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"...Or slumped over in a vacant room, head on a stranger's knee..."
-Evaporated
"So that happened"
-State and Main
