I'm forcing myself to watch True Detective

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But am not really doing so well at it. I said at work today that I do like it, but I also don't. I have a foot on both sides of the debate. It's SOOO slow, but that's totally the nature of the plot. So in order to make it through.. is it only episode 3.. by crushing candy while waiting for the point. Too much Cohle is bad. But also I really hate Woody.

I wonder if I'm out of line to ask why they didn't go all the way and show us inside of Cohle's mind.. but really. If he's capable of seeing these things.. show it. Be gruesome if that's what's necessary, but it isn't. It is like reading a newspaper. But you watch because something is ahead.

And it arrived. A Monster.

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We are, all of us, so much more than mere BLOOD and FLESH and BONE.

Every MAN and WOMAN and CHILD. We are the echos of the past, the lost voices of the best men and women of or respective nations and races, they are crying forth always from the darkness that took them, into futures they and we may have dreamed and dream of but would never any of them nor will we live to see. For ours is the present.
They are dead and we live now in the present. As we too will die do we in the meantime dream. That is all that we can do between breaths. When awake we tell of the tales of those dreams and they mold us as individuals. As people. As a people. As our culture.
We shall one day die, all of us, individually.. and collectively. But we will dream between every breath. We benefit from and we suffer from the resulting persons that we each are. Gods in our own mind with exponentially more power and ability.. or as mere people. Locked in these bodies of blood and flesh and bone. But in our minds, we dream.

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As I'm kinda stuck following two people on tumblr... perhaps too deeply because 1 I can't stop looking at and the other's blog I keep returning to even though it is mostly reblogs it is full of other ways of thinking which is interesting if nothing else. I can't stop thinking about either of them... for lack of something more present/real to focus on. So having trouble with that too or that as well.. and debating or just waiting from something to bubble up.. the above did.. it's something. Was expecting something more romantic or poetic but I'm coming to terms with the possibility, or fact that that aspect of me is gone and it was always forced. If so then whatever fascination I have...

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