I've watched a ton of movies this year. There's something funny about calling it film. I like when I call it film, the thought of someone else tossing eye rolls at me and not trying to reason.
HEY MAN DON'T YOU MEAN MOVIES?
Yeah man.
She brought it to my attention to me the other day: "When you get back out of seeing a movie, you are a completely different person. So filled with energy."
It's true. It's very strange.
I've been bringing my moleskine with me into the theater ..
[it's not as if i dont bring it with me everywhere sitting in my pocket like a prop on an animated character, something that's only brought out when it suits the plot]
and writing while i've been watching. It has some interesting scrawls. Like these from Hostiles:
DH Lawrence
x
Melancholia (1882)
Hardy->Bale
Swirling Darkness
Cast? Bearded SGT
Rosamund Pike Burial Scene
Or this from the most recent viewing of Annihilation:
There's a failure in us as a society, maybe as a country, that we instantly sexualize the female gender the moment their shape takes the screen. A symptom of the widespread pornography epidemic. For example, Natalie Portman depressed and miserable on screen in a full body orange jumpsuit.
There's a failure in us as a society, maybe as a country, that we instantly sexualize the female gender the moment their shape takes the screen. A symptom of the widespread pornography epidemic. For example, Natalie Portman depressed and miserable on screen in a full body orange jumpsuit.
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Woke up Monday with a mind full of hungover. I haven't drank alcohol in about a month. Maybe. I've tried to cut back since Dad's event, but also to figure out that strange stress phantom that was carrying itself around in my mind. It turns out that drinking only a single cup of coffee a day (instead of the standard 2 or 3) has drastically helped not only stress but overall mood and demeanor. I feel like it has something to do with high blood pressure. But Monday I woke up with the effect of a headache but without the pain, as if my physical brain has a parking boot on it. Thought has to reroute itself around the blockage, and by the time it arrives it doesn't want to exist. I need help, man. Maybe I'm just dehydrated. Sometimes I think about drinking buckets of water when I wash my hands but by the time I have a glass of the liquid near me I can't be bothered to drink it. Maybe I have a tapeworm.
I have to find inspiration to create soon. The microfiction anniversary came and went and I just don't find the excitement to write little stories that no one reacts to and I'm not inspired to create. Not just yet. I have a new mix cd completed and some thoughts about the songs but not the fully realized playlist. I'll have to sit and write it soon with some free time. I think I have some next week.
I want to write here once a month.
