why do I get so melancholy looking at beautiful indie movie posters ? I think— it’s the blatant insistence that someone out there is trying to capture and squeeze all the good drops of life as it goes, goes goes, so fast…but is life meant to be gripped and honored in a frozen, retrospective way? I can’t help but think that the time I spend watching movies is time I could be spending living. I am learning about life, isn’t that the same as living? Aren’t I breathing and isn’t my brain doin a jive? Is there a crime taking place? Or is the only crime that of my pointless existential anxious arrogance. ////At any rate, what those creators and performers are doing is very noble. it is.