Open your eyes! I said, lift your head out of the sand and open your damn eyes! Look at the mess we’ve made, look at yourself and look at me! A lustful opportunity for an opportunist, a miscalculation of an unsound mind, a lapse in judgment from a questionable character. Mistakes are never in the making but after they are done, then reality catches up and judgments come.
I wondered what it feels to eat myself, so I laid down in total darkness and silence, experiencing each cell releasing its energy, letting it flow into my bloodstream, and atrophy into entropy. I baptized myself in the annihilation of my flesh and pool of coagulated black blood under the cold blue moon. Tomorrow I shall start anew, transfigured.
I will chase you from the start of the scene, I will chase you in the freezing night rain. I am your ecstasy and I am your bane,
So you want to make films. Where to start? Armed with a can-do attitude, you think you’d move to LA, then go big or go home. Whoa, let me stop you right there, my little chum chum. I assume you are young or new to the industry and before you become another drop of water disappearing into the sea of Hollywood, do you have a minute or two to spare?
Slate, ore, sword, and fire, in the of the land of our fathers, where the heart of the red dragon beats, where the tables are round and the hills are green.
The writer was, by all means, a conventional woman with a good head on her shoulders. But recently, there was a man that she became infatuated with. Every day the first thing she would do when she opened her eyes would be to log online to check his status update. She would like all his posts and become completely lost in those first few minutes of the day. That was her escape from the mundane of her daily life, her bliss, her place of happiness.
Life gets so familiar, so predictable, so… boring. You wake up in the same bed with the same person next to you that you made love to in the same position. You eat the same meals on the same days of the week. You hear about the ramblings between your children on the same old disputes days on end. Your partner whine about the same inconveniences about their petty job and shitty attitudes of their irritable boss. Everything just started to jumble up into a blur. You become spiritually catatonic. Everywhere you turn, standing on your lawn looking around, there are the same neighbours with the same nosy stare looking out of their windows. You go down the same grocery store greeted by the same dispassionate shopkeeper with the same obnoxious hairdo. Every day, you wake up, you repeat what has been done yesterday like glitches in the Matrix.
An editor friend of mine once said she couldn’t stop psychoanalyzing the writers from the books they wrote. I agree. Writers may write in many points of views and assume many characters at any given time but ultimately the writers write what they know and how they feel. And from those words we read, we get to know the people behind those lines on a deeper level, intellectually and emotionally.