The Ranting Cynic

...at which point I curled up into a ball, realised this woman will never be my wife, and basically went

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.

this was like two years ago

going back to school after the nice holiday break and seeing someone u don’t like

For the first time, Legolas witnesses death, or what death does to the beings around him. He doesn’t understand that. It’s not part of his comprehension. He’s an elf; elves don’t die, they’re immortal, and so I wanted to try and portray in that moment this utter confusion and bewilderment at Gandalf not being with us, and where could he have gone? This is what death means.