January 17, 2009
I find solace in film. Characters not like me, experiencing a life I don't- and probably won't- know. Beautiful, rich, full-bodied characters that make you wonder what they're thinking, instead of real life in which you mostly know what others think. Or perhaps I'm wrong. Maybe you can never really know what someone thinks. Even if they tell you. Perhaps everyone is lying in everything they say. Or perhaps the limitations of language don't allow them to every really tell the truth. Maybe there is no such thing as truth, just true lies. Or perhaps I'm just being paranoid.