Saturday, October 30, 2010
I don't read or enjoy art, I consume it. I absorb film after film after album after book after poem. I've learned so much from far more than intellectual conversation, perhaps that is an indication of how much I've had. I've considered the lives of everyone, from singer to actor to writer. I'm not gloating, but something about this feels abstract. To listen to Modest Mouse songs and feel like I've become more aware of what life is just as I do when listening to Bob Dylan. And then watching The Dark Knight and taking inspiration from dialogue (Bruce Wayne asks Alfred what he should do as people are dying, Alfred replies, "Endure") and also becoming hopeless about the state of the world when listening to Gareth Liddiard sing "You sure ain't mine now" because the woman in the song isn't merely a migrant or vagabond, she's someone searching for some truth in a world that has very little reality worth embracing. God, this just doesn't feel normal or healthy. Just how long can one sustain this kind of endless contemplation of everything?
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