So far this is putting into words the daily, overwhelming stresses I feel. It is a reminder to not try to do everything, to question why to do lists are so long, to not measure ourselves against perceived success: nervous breakdown is not such a great destination, after all.
11.9.15Tags adaptation, film, François Lelord, happiness, Maria von Heland, Peter Chelsom, Rosamund Pike, Simon Pegg, Tinker Lindsay
"Why are you different? Why are you both different!"
This is not too luxurious a search for happiness, although having the time and the money for such things would be lovely. This, at least, is messy. Like life.
Also try What We Did on Our Holiday (2014).
I'm sharing this because it's a thing I've thought put better, and it's a thing that's starting to concern me. It's from www.themarysue.com.
"It’s a show about a girl. That doesn’t automatically make it a show for girls. Why can’t a boy watch a show about a girl? How many shows do girls have to watch that are about boys and expected to like it and shut up?"
29.6.15Tags apocalyptic, Arthur C. Clarke Award, book, Emily St. John Mandel, favourites, fiction, post-apocalyptic, sci-fi
I've read a lot of apocalyptic stories, watched the world end in so many ways, but this is my new favourite. Jumping time and character has become bit of a trend, but Mandel did it so effortlessly it seemed only natural. I could have read this book for much longer.
I was, I admit, skeptical about this. Was it really that good or was it just the horrible tragedy lending meaning?
It's really that good. Marina had exceptional talent, as a writer I feel both inspired and intimidated by her. 'Why We Care about Whales' will stick with me forever.
4.6.15Tags art, create, favourites, film, James Corden, John Carney, Keira Knightley, Mark Ruffalo, music
I loved this. I inexplicably loved this. Creative people creating art (music, writing, actual art) for the love of it. It's how it should be done and how the best stuff is done and it's what I want to do. I loved the writing of it too.
Make good art.
Smaller than you.
Even when it feels vast. It may be a dark cloud passing across the sky, but - if that is the metaphor - you are the sky.
You were there before it. And the cloud can't exist without the sky, but the sky can exist without the cloud.