Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Polonaise

In the Science of Sleep, there was a scene when Stephane and Stephanie were riding a horse on cottonball clouds. Maybe it was drugs or schizophrenia, but at that point, their parallel worlds crossed. Was this just another idle thought in Stephane's mind or did Stephanie really manage to make her way thru all the cellophane and delusions to reach him? And if the former was the case, could Stephane invert his whole reality and live timelessly in this idle thought?

In 2046, before Lulu (who lived most of  her life with pseudonyms) was killed by her jealous lover, she was walking away. Who was it she was running from originally? Maybe she was not walking away. Maybe she had already left her heart somewhere, some place deeper than the mm thick photographs splattered with her blood. It was just a figure of someone we assumed we knew. 

When Kurt Cobain loaded his shotgun I wonder if he smirked thinking about Courtney Love. A woman that was supposed to make him feel better about himself cos she was more fucked up. If Cobain had comforted himself with novellas by Jack Kerouac, I wonder if he ever took the time to read any Bertrand Russell. With the shotgun to his head, death was also in his hands. Life was simply organs, organisms and energy. 

The tragedy of these characters is not that their lives were meaningless, it was because life, was thoroughly ironic. That surrounded by misery, they were the joke. 

xx