I never got to wear my graduation gown…
I never got to attend my graduation ceremony…
I doubt that they’d allow it, but, hopefully, one day I’ll get to wear the gown and have a photo taken in it.
after all, we’re all stories and memories in the end, eh; history will only remember us as “people”..
It was once said of Catcher in the Rye, “That rare miracle of fiction has again come to pass. A human being has been created out of ink, paper and the imagination.” I am no J.D Salinger, but I have witnessed a rare miracle. Any writer can attest in the luckiest, the happiest state, the words are not coming from you but through you. She came to me wholly herself - I was just lucky enough to be there to catch her.
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This film, Ruby Sparks (2012), was one that truly encapsulated one of the reason why I keep on writing the things that I dream about: whether it be people, places, ideas that are so far-fetched that it could never ever be impossible and yet, I’d keep on dreaming about ‘em, because that what drives me to be…me.
Ruby Sparks was a story that posed many fascinating questions; what love should be, what it means to be a writer and, last but not least, what it means to be…what it means to be able to let go of the love that you know is better off without you.
It was a film that kept me thinking about a word for some reason; epitomy.
It epitomised the little amateur writer, of all the amateur writers in the world, in me; how I’d often wish that the people in my stories were “real” and how, sometimes, it’d be suffocating to even be just outside..even to be just an inch out of this apartment.
Perhaps I should just cut my rambling short and let that line, in that captured moment of the film, speak for itself.
It was a beautiful love story.
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When you’re trying to sleep but evERY SINGLE CHARACTER YOU’VE EVER WRITTEN STARTS RUNNING THROUGH YOUR HEAD AND GIVING YOU IDEAS AND FEELS.
I realise that I don’t even have a finished manuscript, sitting comfortable on my HD… but really, I can truly relate to that.
Oh the nights…why’s that the mind seems to go on an overdrive whenever the night falls?
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Visual clues in the first Irene/Sherlock scene as to their inevitable end— spoilers for “The Woman” and “The Heroine,” Elementary 1x23 and 1x24:
The painting Irene is restoring is a Rubens, The Incredulity of St Thomas: Now Thomas (also known as Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!” But he said to them, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.” Doubting Thomas was a skeptic, he didn’t believe what he was told— he had to touch Jesus’ wounds before he believed in his resurrection. So we have an obvious resurrection reference here, and we know there will be questions and doubts. Only the wounds can be the proof. Sherlock doesn’t believe things unless he can see them, touch them, know them. So we know Irene is going to die and then miraculously come back, but terribly wounded and in a way that deeply touches and affects Sherlock.
The second painting is Toulouse-Lautrec, La Toillette.
This is an intimate picture, a woman getting out of the bath— another resurrection symbol? And it’s a trusting, vulnerable pose— seated, back turned, half dressed. This is what Irene offers Sherlock: intimacy. This is the temptation she dangles in front of him: run away with me, we’ll be anonymous, faceless. We can wash away the past. We can be clean again, together.
But this model isn’t some imagined ideal. She’s not a wisp or some collection of perfect curves. We can see her bones and joints. She’s solid, she’s real.
(Toulouse-Lautrec often painted prostitutes, so perhaps this is a reference to Irene Adler’s original Arthur Conan Doyle characterization as a fallen/kept woman, or perhaps it echoes Elementary!Sherlock’s penchant for paid company, or his comment in the last episode that Moriarty is a pimp and assassins are his girls.)
Irene is imaginary. She can’t get Sherlock to go away with her, because she isn’t real— she’s a fiction inhabiting Moriarty’s body. When Moriarty gets out of the bath, her naked back betrays her. Sherlock doubts. He touches her, finds the wound where one of the stars in her constellation was removed, and he gets the truth.
Very, very clever, Elementary guys.
The Very Best analysis of an episode that I’ve ever had the fortune of reading; and my salute goes to the writers of the Elementary show - ingenius.
I’ve often prided myself as an excellent listener for my colleagues and friends.
But nowadays, I’m not so certain about that…
See, I’d call them (it’s usually that way; they’d rarely call me…I wonder why) and I’d listen to their worries and thoughts…but even when my mind’s absorbing what they’re saying, the other half of my dear sanity is focused on what my problems are these days.
…
What does it mean to be friends, in this day and age, I wonder?
So the time keeps flying past us, as all the traffic in those hectic roads do.
I wonder though…
Will my time be the same as yours? Will our “times”, in the end, sort of, average out themselves?
I wonder..
I wonder what that says about love.
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And Lastly…
As I survey the world around me, I’ve got an inkling about the future that’s ahead of me.
There may be many an obstacle that gets in my way
(whether it be the LSAT or LNAT; finding the right publisher & editor, or other challenges that I’ve not even thought of yet)
but I’m certain that I’ll get through it all and come out of that rabbit hole in one piece - because I’ve finally learned what life’s all about…
Love.
GROW DINOSAURS
We literally have an entire trilogy of movies that explain why that is a bad idea.
yeah but we wouldn’t be stupid enough to breed raptors
…Wouldn’t we?
