Monday, October 6, 2008
5 October 2008
The looking at ordinary lives is utterly fascinating in a similar sense perhaps to Death of a Salesman. We are often builders of fantasies larger than ourselves, our average selves, often times for our beloveds. And those worlds crumble with a gust of waking wind just substantial enough to knock out the hot air holding up the dream.
How can we not tempt the making of meaning.
The pursuit is flanked with failure; and the mule plods on, packed with the goods to make the pass.