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constant stone, variable cape.
another accidental tradition: housemates depart early on saturday morning, laughing under their breath at my unwaivering devotion to the ritual of first run weekend cartoons. "why do you always wake up so early to watch this crap?"
i am usually mid-spoonful when they ask this, and routinely half hiccup, half cough, rice crispies onto my t-shirt. "... because it's one of the few joys left."
some days, i feel ridiculous for it. like a sad old man refusing to let go of his youth and perennially stumbling around in denial.
most of the time, i have to admit, i'm guilty of glazing over, stepping blindly with precedence: there really is a lot of crap out there. (yu-gi-doh!). other times—times like this morning—an episode will air that will encourage even the most jaded of viewers to touch that 'old high.'
it's the magic of those rare moments: when story and artwork manage to transcend the medium and transport me out from underneathe today's stale krispies, a house i loathe, or even the wash-out skies above. i want to tie a blanket around my neck, jump off the back of the sofa, and run around the house in my underwear like a super hero.
like any good drug, the freedom is fleeting.
today's episode of teen titans closed with the team installing a plaque on the statuesque form of their friend/betrayer/friend again, terra; frozen in stone after using her power to stop a volcanoe eruption from destroying the city.
i feel frozen in stone today. any recent illusion of forward progress is a trick of the light, a complicated arrangement of smoke and mirrors. frozen in stone, AND wholly lacking such haughty accomplishments.
i sometimes wonder what i used to dream about.
Comments
that was very nicely written. oh so bittersweet. let's make movies for once. i'm in a new place and ready to start being creative again.
Posted by: little b at March 2, 2005 05:09 PM