Most younglings are daydreamers, it's easier to sweep your own brain off its feet when you're a kid, before "adulthood" turns life into a series of informal business transactions. No, that's harsh. But kids are more imaginative and it causes them less anxiety. I don't think this loss of wonder or the growth of shame are inevitable with age, but a lot of people would have to reexamine and overhaul the experience of living, so it's safe to assume the world of people will continue to move the way it's been moving. Progress, progress, progress, advancement, advancement, advancement. Mantras for all great societies and civilizations. I always wonder about the most advanced civilizations. Did they move underwater or to outerspace? It seems like the proudest achievements of human history mostly end up in dust: "...Nothing beside remains: round the decay / Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, /The lone and level sands stretch far away." Remarkable poem, that Ozymandias.
This is messy philosophizing without a point, sorry. I was just going with it. And I was considering making a regular horror/cult movie recommendation post, so I wanted to explain my interest in such dirty business, then I wanted to examine imagination and shame and consciousness and societal schizophrenia; but, my intentions always take detours. It makes the days more eventful, but conversations suffer.
Last night, we watched a documentary about David Cronenberg that ended prematurely, but anything about his intellectual process is mesmerizing. Dead Ringers, Scanners, Videodrome, and The Brood, are great, weird brain-food. Ideas about parasitic relationships, mass media and mass schizo-psychoses, existence through willpower, the manifestations of flesh, all presented with a sincerity, or a moral subtlety you can't get on TV. It makes the films more interactive, a necessary collaboration of brains and perceptions.
Gray skies weigh heavily in my head, but there's a beautiful, muddied quality to everything.
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