The 2nd screening was held at Biddy's place last night [we ate her Italian flavoured cuisine, utlised her Hi-definition 40" flatscreen, terrorised her cat] with 4 turn-ups. Attendance is "encouraging", with newcomer Isaac splashing some vodka in our ribena and George contributing his Kieslowski's movie on voyeurish obssession in a highrise urban setting.
Somewhat, I find that the anonymous spaces in the sky constructed by high density housings packed like sardines in a plot of land results in our bodies losing their privacy. People trapped in cages in the air gradually lose the ability to make connections on ground. Reminds me Portishead's dummy album promotion art installtion, with a dummy sitting in front of a TV in the showcase. Instead, the character watches reality TV featuring his neighbour and becomes obssessed with her as this was all he could do in the claustraphobic cell of a panopticon-like, highrise public housing.
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In the end it feels like we are all after the same thing but get the replica in different forms. like shadows in a cave we dance, unable to truly see the self.
BD
You said it. In order to stay sane, one must abandon the hope of ever seeing that thing we are after cos we are all condemned not to see it.
Is that living at all? I'm trying to become the nucleus of my own close minded universe. :D
-BD
it is not about living or not? it is ending the delusion we create to occupy our empty existence.
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