Watching

In a perpetual state of loneliness I seek the company of another being. Part of growing up is to lose people in your lives, but nobody really taught us how to deal with it. We ultimately choose the outlet of expression most representative of our disappointment, frustration, anguish and pain. I've read that the saddest people write the most beautiful stories and songs. Perhaps it is the raw authenticity of emotions evoked during the creation of these pieces that really reaches the heart of the audience. I cannot tell how many times I must have "felt" a story or song, and related to its words. I remember the times I would come across a song from one of the oh-so-many flicks I've watched, fall in love with it, loop it on replay, and just try to understand what it is about the song that makes me gravitate towards it, like how two unlike magnetic poles invariably attract each other. I can't help but think that the most delicate of sentimentalities must have been conceived in this particular process.

I've been bombarding myself with endless films from a bottomless supply of them since the start of vacation break. This egregious and decadent manner of passing one's time must be the envy of many, I suppose. How liberating it must be to cast away all the tiresome responsibilities of adulthood and instead indulge in a delightful hobby that must seem pretty vacuous. Thankfully, my investment in this endeavour is not entirely imprudent. I've taken an interest in films, and exposing myself to different genres and styles of TV and film would considerably broaden my perspective of them. To appreciate the works of auteurs such as Alfred Hitchcock and Wes Anderson is just as refreshing as enjoying the comedic productions of the wonderful Richard Curtis. Of course, once in a while, I come across a few films that do not deserve my already thinning disk space, so naturally they are ruthlessly booted. Keeping all these films is such an unsustainable enterprise.

I will now return to my beckoning collection of visual wonderments.