Lotta Flux
Aeon's sister? Topless Philosophy Professor?
We watched The Interpreter last night in the van, on the asphalt previously known as our parking spot, outside the apartment previously known as our home. You may have noticed how, during extreme circumstances, the world seems more full of portentous synchronicities and similar. I was tempted to begin this post with an exchange between the characters played by Sean Penn and Nicole Kidman and call it dead = gone =? dead.
Tobin Keller: How do you feel about him?
Silvia Broome: I don't care for him.
Tobin Keller: Wouldn't mind if he were dead?
Silvia Broome: I wouldn't mind if he were gone.
Tobin Keller: Same thing.
Silvia Broome: No it isn't.
In a way dead and gone go together and gone feels parallel to dead such that having no home brings up all kinds of uncomfortable associations and fear.
We are in flux. Previous infrastructure is gone and new ways of being are required to stay sane and functional and take advantage of the freedom now possible.
Later, of course, after we do all the things for which we are responsible.
Hee hee heee, haaahh, ho, hooh hoooooo....
Ahh, crap.
Hmmm.
Labels: daily, death, walkabout, WilliamsCraig
| posted by Unknown @ 5/07/2007 11:00:00 AM
