Sunday, March 26, 2006
and being free

watched v for vendetta. can hardly get my thoughts out. hy's going to lend me the comic book, hooray. i have this nagging feeling that i missed half the allusions. very good directing though. the mask creeped the hell out of me. the never-changing expression, the perpetual leer and half-laughing facade was psychotically inappropriate. and the scene where he pushed the little block and started the domino effect.. racing racing racing, unstoppable. spreading. i'm so incoherent. and it's making me impatient with everyone.

he said music is the greatest tool for manipulation. i agree somewhat. it's the highest form of communication, speaking without words, the clearest and truest line between two minds. it can induce the same emotions, but it may not induce the same reactions. i say it's the highest form of communication, because words and pictures alone do not do our emotions, our thoughts and inexplicable feelings enough justice. music attempts to overcome the barricades that we inherently put up when we adopt language. i do not say it succeeds entirely, but it certainly beats all other forms, since telepathy doesn't exist. which is why it's the greatest tool for manipulation. for if you can manipulate someone's emotions and hence thoughts, you control them. i love music, like i love books and beautiful things, but that doesn't mean i don't realise what they can do. against you.

what if my idealism leads me to a dead-end? what would i do then? with nowhere else to turn. would i lose it? or would i keep on chasing pots of leprechaun gold and climbing rainbow arcs? i find myself fluctuating between cynism and idealism, and i can't seem to find the middle ground that everyone else is on.

we've never been so many, and we've never been so alone
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