:: Tuesday, September 21, 2004 ::

I went to see Garden State alone the other night. I'd almost forgotten how much I love going to the theatre on my own. Everyone goes to the movies in groups, on dates, with friends, or whatever. For me it's always been a solitary experience. I leave a film and I feel like a piece of clay waiting for the kiln... don't put your hands on me, you'll warp me and I want to remain as that experience shaped me. I've left movies before and forbidden my friends to talk about what we just watched. It's not always that way, but some films I just have to see by myself.

I went to see Garden State alone the other night. I'd almost forgotten how the theatre is reminiscent of a church. Rows of people, voices kept at a whisper, the wine red walls and soda-soaked seats having borne witness to so much sadness and laughter and fear. Maybe if Sunday service had popcorn I would still be a Christian. I sat and I laughed and I cried and I waited until the last credit rolled and then I walked out and felt...

"So why were you really there?"

"Charging. I'm a robot."


... recharged.


~song~ Cary Brothers - Blue Eyes


:: Katy 9:37 a.m. [+] :: ::



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