sparsile
Is all of life just a slow draining of myth and meaning. I don't understand people who suddenly gain belief in maturity. I guess I assume they never reached maturity.
In the past week, a 25 year old client of mine died by a quiet accident. Her roommate, who had just moved out, lost her baby. Her other roommate found her body. The bar where she worked, a landmark in the local music scene, announced that it will probably be demolished to make room for more retail.
None of this really strikes me as meaningful, or meaningless. It just is. We live, we die. As I prepare to write an article on the wilderness in film, it seems like the most important quality of a wilderness film is its rejection of tropes about the wild. Thus, The Proposition trumps Never Cry Wolf, and Grizzly Man trumps all, a monument to the folly of belief - the last refuge of the weak ego.
In the past week, a 25 year old client of mine died by a quiet accident. Her roommate, who had just moved out, lost her baby. Her other roommate found her body. The bar where she worked, a landmark in the local music scene, announced that it will probably be demolished to make room for more retail.
None of this really strikes me as meaningful, or meaningless. It just is. We live, we die. As I prepare to write an article on the wilderness in film, it seems like the most important quality of a wilderness film is its rejection of tropes about the wild. Thus, The Proposition trumps Never Cry Wolf, and Grizzly Man trumps all, a monument to the folly of belief - the last refuge of the weak ego.