I Think Part Of The Reason Why We Feel So Sad Is That Were Too Far Away From Raw, Numinous Experiences.

I think part of the reason why we feel so sad is that we’re too far away from raw, numinous experiences. Like you know that post with a picture of the unpolluted night sky where people are reacting in terrified awe not realizing that’s what the stars really look like?

I think it’s like. You need vivid experiences that can’t be easily repeated. You need elemental things. I don’t mean this in a crunchy hippie just-try-yoga way I mean this in a way that’s like…we’re inside all the time and most things we experience are scheduled ahead of time. When there are sidewalks, we follow them, and there’s always some boring place to go. You need things that no one has any control over and that no one can sell for money.

You need to be outside in a storm and see lightning strike very close to you. You need to meet a wild creature and have to stand very still and almost not even breathe and watch before it vanishes. You need to be alone somewhere very big. You need to go to a place because it looks interesting and be at the wrong place at the wrong time. You need to climb over a fence instead of going in by the gate. You need to hear the exploding sound of a huge flock of birds flying. You need to watch live theater performed by kids on a low budget. You need to be lost somewhere. You need to be barefoot somewhere. You need to sing with other people who are singing. You need to get soaking wet with all of your clothes on and come inside shivering.

'destiel is the biggest queerbait in history' waaah waaah im a little baby waaaah <- thats what you sound like. obviously you've never watched goncharov

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isn't it so interesting how days ago goncharov wasn't real but now it is real. this movie didn't exist but all us just created a movie. this is how stories come to life. gonacharov is our illiad and i'm not even joking. this is how things go from nothing to a story.

imho the tarnishment of yellow as something that is off-white, not pure etc also reflects how Ice Pick Joe never really rises above his birth. you are born low and you die low with nothing but the ice and cold, just like the split second frame of him being born in that dead cold of winter in a dilapidated house.

I love that Goncharov is getting attention again, it's a great classic, but I am sad that everyone is only focusing on the characters when the cinematography and symbolism was so rich.

Like Ice Pick Joe, did you know his death was foreshadowed by the color yellow? I wish I had screenshots, but everytime they mentioned death, dying, mortality, sickness, etc, there is something yellow or gold on or near him. Like how he was playing with the gold watch when the conversation about Jimmy Bean getting "iced" took place (Ice and snow were another big symbol with Joe and death both) or when Goncharov opens up about seeing his mom die, Joe is standing in front of yellow curtains. All of this comes to a head when he dies wearing the yellow coat in the dirty yellow snow.

I could go on about this movie, (don't get me started on the use of red as a symbol of power) but in between all the shipping and character study, I just want everyone to remember how much visual art went into this film.

some extremely cute chibis I just had to make transparent use them wisely…  single images under the cut!

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