a work in progress, trial and error, all (what some may say…) in the name of science and betterment. funny and infuriating to be hit over the head with a lesson or wisdom but not retain a thing until completely laid out on the floor, laughing in a familiarly high-pitched way that denotes reluctant understanding and detached self-awareness, the likes of which Knoxville knows all too well.
perfectly tuned to an exact moment, tying together years of ups and downs, collected trinkets, sitcom-esque displays of comfort and defiance , and tastes of autumn in the middle of spring. as life and death come to terms in the board room, i can’t help but wonder why new beginnings are just as appealing as they are terrifying. for lack of a better expression: “ Il s’agit d’un événement imprévu. C’est arrivé comme un coup de tonnerre.” $12 to translate that?! i think i’m better off having no clue what it says, but at least it looks nice.
if only this could be a hundred and seventy pages… but then i’d be telling you far too much, and we can’t have that, now can we?
the motherfucking finale…