puuck

So, luckily for my pitiful melancholic heart, walking around campus blindly yielded the good part of Titus, the artfully badass adaptation of Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare. I had forgotten why I liked that movie so much when I saw it as a preteen. Now I realize that it ranks up there with my favorite movies. So many good monologues. So much good drama.

It makes me think about how insignificant we are. Sound and fury signifying nothing. Just conscious, suffering animals who blindly inflict the same suffering on each other.

So forgive me, if there's anyone out there who knows I've wronged them. It is not my intention. I just want love and beauty.

Good Night, SG world. Sleep tight. If you have a lover and you're satisfied and all is peaceful, be thankful. If you are single and you are physically and mentally intact, have hope for the future. And if you're distraught or suffering or destitute or maimed, I can't pretend to be able to do anything about it. But you have a lot of company. And may you find rest and comfort in every day you yet live.


Gah. Waxing poetic again. I'm pitiful.