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brief realization

I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte

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brief realization

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This icon and a conversation with a friend who's hugely into a recently released film adaptation of a musical about New Yorkers (a musical which was an adaptation of an opera (an opera which was an adaptation of a medium-length story) about fin de siecle Paris) spurred me to finally sum up what it is that seems to rub me wrong about Rent.

Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow, or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
``That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.''

Sorry. Been there, done that. You don't sing songs about it, you don't do song and dance numbers.
It doesn't work that way.
That is not it, at all.

If you like the movie, great! I don't, for the same reason you probably don't meet many Japanese fans of Gilbert & Sullivan's The Mikado.
  • Too many don't want to understand. They don't want to give reality strength.

    You and I talk about it all the time. As much as I adore mutual acquatainces of ours, most of them are in for a very rude awakening when the real world finally shatters the rose coloured walls they've surrounded themselves with. Walls, because glasses just aren't cutting it.

    They think real life is like high school and they nothing will change. And they don't realize it isn't changing because the blinders they wear keep them from seeing the truth. And I pity them, I truly doing. In hiding, they are denying themselves more than just the pain, more than just reality. They're denying happiness as well.

    One day, they'll have to see the truth in so much and... it's going to kill them. Break their spirit. Leave them as nothing more then shells walking about.

    They'll never see it until they're forced to. And then it's too late because they weren't prepared, they wouldn't listen to sanity and reason.

    And yes, I'm disturbed to refer to myself as even a remote voice of sanity or reason.
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