As we push past the first part of a new year, my mind shifts and shimmers between new beginnings that begin with freshly cut ends, and old endings that cycle themselves from drama to suffering through resolution and back again. What plays through the pictures on this silver screen of thoughts? A simple story, of an empty theatre, and the end credits that I always stay for. Its upsetting to some, ridiculous to others, frustrating for a few, benignly pointless to the rest. For me, there is a solemn sense of serenity in reflecting on the names, some familiar, most strange, that created the chaos and order and connection that you pay for the privilege to bare witness to. Theres something soothing, correct, caring, and kind that comes to you and flows from you, in the somewhat silent minutes of words that roll from bottom to top with the persistence of a sun setting in reverse. There are epiphanies that make themselves known, when you are still, when you are silent, when you are bathed in words, when you notice, that everyone who cared for the story, could care less for how it was made, much less who made it, only that it is now over, and they have no other stronger desire at that moment than to leave. In the end, they all leave. In the end, I always stay for the end credits. Always have, always .... #considerThisNotice https://youtube/watch?v=xB2TEElBU64
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 08:56:24 +0000
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