Through The Past Darkly

My heart is broken. I’ve loved this man since SCENT OF A WOMAN. Gonna miss you Mr. Hoffman. You’ll never make a bad movie. Better to burn out than to fade away….and other clichés.

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"I am not surprised that my tomato pruning caused you amusement. In between, I did some tobacco pruning too. As a non-smoker, I find it rather unfair that I should be expected to look after and gather these plants, so that the slaves of nicotine can fill themselves with poison."

He was already a hero

I fail to see how posting pictures/paying tribute to PSH or anyone else who succumbs to addiction is 'glamourising' drug use

Phillip Seymour Hoffman and the Tragedy of Addiction

Some people are uncomfortable with calling addiction a disease. These are usually the people who maybe have sympathy for addiction in general, but secretly (or not-so-secretly) think that addiction wouldn’t even happen if people didn’t even try heroin in the first place, or never snorted that first line of coke. These are usually the type of people who were never that interested in doing drugs to begin with, who never smoked a cigarette, who know how to say no after two beers. These people exist and there is something I admire in them, and there are things about their lives that I want to emulate, qualities they possess that I wish I had (I’d bet they even check their mailboxes—both e- and literal—regularly). But for all the seemingly intelligent discourse that usually surrounds these people who spout clichés about personal agency and restraint, they really know nothing about control, because they have never had to control themselves. They are the type of people who have always chosen life, who can’t imagine the allure of darkness, or numbness, of oblivion. They don’t know and they don’t want to know, so they don’t just think that Hoffman’s death is tragic, they also think of it as being foolish.

Dal borgo imbambolato, città della strega, saluti!