ahh. rain is nice. it's the bridge between sad and happy, at least for me. with all this free time and so much thinking, i might make it to the level of plato or aristotle or one of those incredible beings . . . . in my dreams. my dvd line up for the week was Garden State, Before Sunset and Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, all of which I've watched countless times. Movies always draw you into another world, placing the fictitious adjacent to the real. It's realistic because it uses real people, dialogue, events, that convinces the audiences that such things could happen to them. I mean, that's why kids jump off the 92nd storey thinking they're superman right? Just like how I'd like to have my memory erased, or meet the love of my life in Vienna, then meet him 9586759675967 years later in Paris by coincidence and have him miss his flight back home. And then you realise that these things are just not possible. When the movie ends, you feel lost - like you've entered a twilight zone and now you're back out. just. there. stoned. wishing. for nothing. they say artists (performers, writers...) are the greatest liars. they make you believe, albeit momentary. from screen to book; on a rainy day, bad omens by neil gaiman and terry pratchett is a hilariously good read. so this is how my holidays will while themselves away amidst those Christmas jingles and blinking lights.
