Good lord, it’s the twenty-fourth of February, already. I hate it when people do that, ‘WOW! It’s [INSERT TODAY’S DATE] already!’ but I do it myself all the time – the passage of time might be linear but our experience of it is so relative that it sneaks up on me all the time. Days might pass slowly, but weeks seem to flood past. One day you’re starting university and someone sneezes and you’re close to a year away from your thirtieth birthday, wondering if you’re really not that bothered about all the things you ‘should’ have done by now. I always have taken my time with things. My mother’s name for me when I was a child was ‘Hurry up!’ and my middle names were ‘we’ll be late!’ What I’m saying is, thirty or forty or fifty, I’ll get there when I get there. ‘Whether it’s writing,’ he said, stroking an invisible, long, white beard, ‘or relationships, or self-actualization, it can take time, but it’s time worth taking.’Continue reading “Old man climbs a mountain with the New Weird”
WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD. If you haven’t seen it yet, and plan to, don’t read this.
I saw La La Land last week, and though I’m not a big fan of musicals in principle, I enjoyed the hell out of it. I had a few thoughts that I wanted to test on Guinea pigs, and since I haven’t been able to re-watch it, they might be a little faulty. Originally I wasn’t happy with the ending of La La Land, until I began thinking about it in terms of a more realist genre, instead of a romantic one. Continue reading “Working Nine to Five in La La Land”