song of the week: maurice ravel, pavane pour une infante defunte
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GEUpQ5pCSOQ
life meanders on all the time, you know. a lot of the time being alive is trivial, meaningless. and then once in a while the impressionist thing sets in - like you imagine life is a movie, but a good movie. there's a profile shot, it zooms out from you, on a lonely landscape, the sun's rays cresting over a cloud. the wind picks up a little, hair rustles a little bit, and the person looks wistfully at the sky, at the sun. got an old jacket on, jeans. brown hair. long face, with gaunt cheekbones. old eyes. out there, little stirs. it's a bit like skyrim, but for real. and a lot more solitary. just standing there, taking in the old familiar things he's used to seeing. and it's not you in the frame now, it's an imagination of some guy in this world. feeling the age in his bones, in the trees, in the hills. it's mystical, how feeling close to this world is. understanding that this is what's left, after the rush, the noise, the traffic is gone. this is one man's world.
