BEAR

Reflections after watching Her, the movie:

It’s not the lost lover that brings us to ruin, or the barroom brawl, or the con game gone bad, or the beating Taken in the alleyway. But the lost car keys, The broken shoelace, The overcharge at the gas pump Which we broach without comment — these are the things that eat away at life, these constant vibrations In the web of the unremarkable. The death of a father — the death of the mother — The sudden loss shocks the living flesh alive! But the broken pair of glasses, The tear in the trousers, These begin an ache behind the eyes. And it’s this ache to which we will ourselves Oblivious. We are oblivious. Then, one morning—there’s a crack in the water glass —we wake to find ourselves undone.

I tried to be infinite chances because with infinite chances, you had to take one of them; I tried to be infinite patience because I knew that was what you needed. There is only so much a person can take, even if I'm not just "a person".