Friday, May 18, 2018

Seismic

It's cold again. In the film, two friends walk through Los Angeles and weed out their complicated lives; every turn is sunshine and blue skies and sunshine. Your teeth hurt. You wonder if your relationship with the dentist is a metaphor for your approach to life. There's an ostrich buried here somewhere but you're pretending not to see it. The movie doesn't end well.

You make the bed, turn down the lights. Think tomorrow is another day, a clean slate, a chance to do better.

Wonder how many times you can make yourself believe it.

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