I read in a Letterboxd
review that life always leaves room for two things: a laugh and a drink. There
is always room for a laugh. Like that Simpsons screenshot about this only being
the worst day of your life ‘so far.’ A similar wildly popular scene I don’t really
care for is Peter Griffin talking about the Godfather. Of course it insists
upon itself – anything made with sufficient sincerity does. Your gripe with it
should at least address whether it is a piece of art that merits asking you to
suffer it insisting upon itself. It reads as very fair criticism of something
like Deadpool. I think we would all benefit from more radical sincerity. Me
especially because it would allow me to take even more advantage of deadpan
delivery – which is how I get to express myself while compromising myself as
little as possible. The concept of losing aura – something that always been
present in our consciousness even if using different vocabulary – comes at the
expense of the realisation that little can be achieved without putting aura on
the line. The risk of sounding stupid, vulnerable, or like some variant of
irredeemable loser is perhaps one of the most humanising experiences in the
world. I read The Idiot recently, thinking often about the how much of the
author’s vulnerable stream of consciousness is expressed through The Prince. The
person he has been in love with for most of the story finds herself unable to
digest the sincerity with which the Idiot makes an idiot of himself, often responding
caustically with deliberate intention of causing hurt. She is, nevertheless, moved
despite herself to feel the innate humanity in the poor consumptive. I had a
phase where I was obsessed with watching cat reels on Instagram, which at some
point made way for baby reels, and then into nothing in particular as I stopped
scrolling.
Waiting nervously
outside courtrooms recently, I have rediscovered the habit of mindless
scrolling. It is incredible how much content is out there. The room for a drink
remains empty, but shot after shot of laughter is being supplied via my bottomless
cup. But doctor…
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