... which I guess is why I have your poetry and prose collections. But yeah.
Thank you.
So long as people think of life in terms of "getting theirs"--however conceived (could be material gain, could be love/relationships, could be fame/power, could be spiritual stuff)--I feel like they're doomed, and it depresses me if they just flounder along; I feel like I'm watching people drown.
I didn't find it a drowning movie. In its hapless, slow-motion way, it's much more about Anders discovering what would make him happier, because as of the start of the movie he has no idea: he burnt all his old self-definitions and assumed new ones would come rushing in to fill the void and when they didn't, he didn't know what to do next. He's not walking around thinking if I just had a hot girlfriend, if I just had a nice car. He's filling his yard with inflatable Christmas decorations and and adjusting an ornamental lobster pot on an otherwise empty bookshelf, wondering is this me?
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Thank you.
So long as people think of life in terms of "getting theirs"--however conceived (could be material gain, could be love/relationships, could be fame/power, could be spiritual stuff)--I feel like they're doomed, and it depresses me if they just flounder along; I feel like I'm watching people drown.
I didn't find it a drowning movie. In its hapless, slow-motion way, it's much more about Anders discovering what would make him happier, because as of the start of the movie he has no idea: he burnt all his old self-definitions and assumed new ones would come rushing in to fill the void and when they didn't, he didn't know what to do next. He's not walking around thinking if I just had a hot girlfriend, if I just had a nice car. He's filling his yard with inflatable Christmas decorations and and adjusting an ornamental lobster pot on an otherwise empty bookshelf, wondering is this me?