Monday, November 28, 2005
books... to hell with them
maybe fiction is the boring part. fantasy the turn off. imagination the frivolous task. but why cant people just pick up a book? is it so hard not to hear anymore... like not hear the words... like not turn on the television... like not watch the movie based on the 1978 novel? book on tape, book on screen, book in flames [451 degrees thats all it takes.] sometimes real life can be more irrational, more incomprehensible, more cruel, and unforgiving than anything one could ever imagine, BUT why have to WATCH it. one can feel without having to observe or watch. i can emote a murder without witnessing one on the silver screen. books can bring passion, torture, love, loneliness, etc a life of their own that is only minimalized when being materialized.