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In a strangely poetic way, I rapidly approach my alarm clock. Will I be awake before I know it?
How much of a movie is deep, philosophical, and meaningful? How much is just imagery and pointless weirdness? It is a question I struggle with.
I drove to the Chester boat ramp at 10:30 and sat there with Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, and the Seatbelts. We watched the fireflies and the light pollution. I suddenly fell into a panic, when I realized that dark object on the water was moving. Not a rock, not an island, but something that moves. In the late-night shadows, I stumbled to the car and switched on the headlights with a shaking hand. It was a moored boat.
In my fear of the dark, I don’t know whether ignoring the things I think I see and hear is paramount to following my better judgment or going against it.
We waited for the lightning to roll over us, but it never came.
In a strangely poetic way, I rapidly approach my alarm clock. Will I be awake before I know it?
How much of a movie is deep, philosophical, and meaningful? How much is just imagery and pointless weirdness? It is a question I struggle with.
I drove to the Chester boat ramp at 10:30 and sat there with Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, and the Seatbelts. We watched the fireflies and the light pollution. I suddenly fell into a panic, when I realized that dark object on the water was moving. Not a rock, not an island, but something that moves. In the late-night shadows, I stumbled to the car and switched on the headlights with a shaking hand. It was a moored boat.
In my fear of the dark, I don’t know whether ignoring the things I think I see and hear is paramount to following my better judgment or going against it.
We waited for the lightning to roll over us, but it never came.