Good entertainment always manages the transitions well. From scene to scene, character to character, move to move, joke to joke, note to note, you don't feel like you're waiting for something in between the punchy parts. It all makes sense in good art what came before, what something is leading to. It's satisfying. Art is deceptive in that way. It makes sense, provides symmetry between what are in reality rough unfinished events that don't seem to go together in any cogent fashion. It rarely feels like we're getting anywhere, like we're building towards a great finish in anything. I rarely recognize the greatness of a situation at first sight and likely still don't recognize many great things I've already witnessed. I wish life was more like great art. I wish every moment had a weight, really mattered and that tonight wasn't just an exercise in procrastination and poor time management. That instead it was something. Something starting softly and building momentum and crescendo, something that didn't interrupt my train of though with squiggly lines underneath misspelled words. Something to smile back upon wisely pretending I knew even then of a good thing to come.
I wish I wasn't feeling some kind of way about that space between guys. I wish I didn't want to be known by someone who doesn't want to know me. I wish work wasn't like working a butter knife through cold molasses.
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Think you just defined the whole purpose of art right here. Or at least, a certain kind of art. Rub off all the warts and hairs and sharp edges to reveal the essence that lies beneath. Its there, but it may take time to find. And on the way you just may find something in those warts that's appealing after all.
Love it. I think we all feel some kinda way sometimes... :)
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