When I first read “Le temps detruit tout” I thought it
was such an extremely pessimistic way of unnecessarily looking at life. But
lately I’ve been wondering –or either becoming more pessimistic- if I can
actually accept that as a part of human condition and apply that not only to
dead itself but also to feelings; to the strongest feelings in life.
“When did
love become so dull?”.
“How did we ever get to this?”.
I started thinking about the negative but not for this
unreal meaning of the phrase. Because everything starts so deep, it feels so
easy going, so natural and then with time you realize, at least I realize that
all of that I thought could never change precisely due to the depth of the feelings,
slowly starts to fade… sometimes the process is so slow that by the time you
notice how fucked up the situation had gotten, well, then you simply feel like
shit and you recall in your mind this terrible idea that Gaspar Noé provides as the last scene of the amazing and shocking “Irreversible”.
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