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I spent a couple of hours looking out of a window over a charity canvasser working the entrance to a tube station yesterday. Ok, this was London in the middle of a work day, but I was appalled at how few people gave her the time of day to even make eye contact, let alone speak to her.
I developed the idea of a scene of a film where the star, in the middle of doing whatever else he is doing, is met by a canvasser and whatever he does or says changes the canvasser's life and yet they never reappear in the film... I'm not sure where that's going, but it was an entertaining idea while I was working.
Also, I've decided we would be so much happier if we saw our lives as tragic hero stories, rather than wondering why we fall so short of the glory of other great people. Again, I don't know where that's going, either.
I developed the idea of a scene of a film where the star, in the middle of doing whatever else he is doing, is met by a canvasser and whatever he does or says changes the canvasser's life and yet they never reappear in the film... I'm not sure where that's going, but it was an entertaining idea while I was working.
Also, I've decided we would be so much happier if we saw our lives as tragic hero stories, rather than wondering why we fall so short of the glory of other great people. Again, I don't know where that's going, either.