My Blueberry Nights - Cat Power - The Greatest
my thoughts after "musikanten" by Battiato, the realization of the overturning of family archetypes in "niente è come sembra," also by Battiato, and the role of ACTING in active nihilism on an intervention by Galimberti - apart from the other points that are not strictly shareable here because they are long, articulated, and supported by clips and my direct comments during viewing or listening: nothing. I realize the fortune of living alone for 23 years with this magical cat that has chosen to walk by my side (yesterday a friend wrote to me, "sorry Dave, I'm stopping by my parents' house to sleep," I broke down in tears; indeed my family consists of me and Freccia, the cat, losing her would mean losing half my family. No one will ever come to save me, I will always have responsibility for everything, and freedom over everything; this has scared me and made me remember my father... Freccia is now my mother and my father, my brother, my sister, my best teacher, and my best student. Long live cats. Long live awareness (even of not being aware), knowing and knowing that I do not know. I discovered that someone had already thought about this. :) I am humble; I must have felt it and forgotten it, and today the thought has risen again. Tomorrow maybe the whole structure will collapse, but who cares, I can walk out the door and go through another. Here, metaphorical and concrete references intertwine, but I had to write this down, and the first page I found is this. goodbye