"And the stars are projectors, yeah, projecting our lives down to this planet Earth." - Modest Mouse


Empty With Such Fullness 

I finally watched Waking Life (I know, I know...). I feel that it's a truly remarkable film. The rotoscoping is awesome, but the dialog and the way the story evolves is really engaging and compelling. Such a cool trip through social consciousness. Waking life and the dreaming life as two equal sides of consciousness. Death as awakening into the eternal dream. The dream of freedom and the mundanities of social constructs. How can we bring our dreams to manifestation? How can we loosen the throttle on our own emotional connection with the world around us? Linklater suggests that the ultimate moment of liberation is the connection between people, the timeless moments - holy moments - shared in conversations and unspoken communions. The depth of human life lies in our desire to share experiences with each other, and to witness creation together, rather than isolated and alone, giving in to the malaise of dominator culture and the fearful legacy of biosurvival.

Yet Waking Life can also be seen as entirely solipsistic, the narrative returning again and again to the mind of the dreamer dreaming the story. He cannot awaken from his dream. All of the characters are hopelessly just creations of his dreaming mind. And it is this realization that Linklater exploits to propel the film beyond both solipsism and conviviality. It seems that life itself is simply the dream of God, and we are all of us unique masks worn by one actor.

I looked at my blogger profile a few days back, and clicked on my book titles to see who else likes them, and Wiley Wiggins is at the top of the list for "A Scanner Darkly"

Make of it what you will, but it was a phildickian moment, for me.
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