2004-01-30 - 5:39 p.m.
i saw a great movie the other night called "after life". the premise of the film is that the afterlife consists of choosing one's favourite earthly memory and spending eternity in that one moment. the film was beautiful, though not so much visually as in it's power to evoke the sense of participating in the memories of other people, without falling into cutsy, sepia-toned, sentimentalized musings on the captical R Romantic moments that find their way into every life. anyway, it got me thinking about memory and how unique the patchwork mental backdrop is to each person. why do we remember some things and not others? it can't be that the moments are terribly significant, because the ones that i remember are not. it's just that my brain picked it up, framed it, and stuck it on the mantle of my story...
i think i going to try to start writing them down.
p.s. i just read sam's farewell speech. i don't think i've smiled so big for a long while. one of the toy soldiers just came to life... and he's happy. there's hope for the rest of us. benedicite.
