I didn't go see Willie Nelson and Bob Dylan last night. Something was off between R and I. Things have been off for about two weeks. I couldn't take it any more. I wanted to reprieve. I guess two weeks is my limit. I stayed home and watched films - Blood Simple and Aparajito. There was no apparent theme to movie night. I just wanted to be taken elsewhere. Not quite Ray's first film, but an early work. I know very little about his career, only that is is held in high regard. I can see why. The film was unique, unlike most films. It had a sensitivity to it that is lacking in many films. It is a manufactured contrivance, but its intentions seem less polluted by something... It's not intellect, because that is there, but something else. Perhaps a need to be regarded a particular way. Its sincerity is also its boldness.
Worth a watch.
Well, I had not sat down here this morning to write movie reviews. I am preparing to leave for a bike ride soon. I want to return to wearing headphones when I ride, listening to music, but getting hit by a car will change a person. It has made me more defensive and careful, cautious almost to the point of hesitancy. It aged me suddenly. Not like Willie Nelson and Bob Dylan - I grew older in an instant.
The last six years has been pure gravy - fattening and difficult to consume on its own.
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