A depressing experience
I watched Lost In Translation last night with a bunch of friends. The friends were great, the film was great, and this morning I am utterly depressed. The film bothered me in the same way as daphnis and chloe bothers me or debussy played expressively on a piano, or watching a talented female undergraduate playing flute or violin. It tugs at all sorts of parts of your insides and you end up with a vexing mess of emotions that you thought you’d got a lid on.
This came at a time when I’m only just holding everything together. It’s the fourth week of the year and already it feels like the whole year is planned and there is no breathing space. I have faith that there are breathing spaces but I won’t really realise about them until I reach one and find time to take stock. The point is, when you’re going full tilt, dealing with stuff, then something like this comes out of leftfield, it really knocks you for six.
Bah, just thought I’d share before getting back to debugging…