Post number 100, don't you know? A momentous number... which I intend to commemorate and flesh out with more pseud0-philosophical rambling, in the form of some kind of overly intimate self-evaluation.

So no change there then.

Basically, right, my thing is the media and the arts. Film, television, books, pictures, music, even this here series of tubes we know as the internet, I honestly don't feel I could be without them.*

And I have noticed a common thread linking the sort of stories and songs and texts and everything I take into my heart and fall in love with, as opposed to just watching, reading, seeing or hearing.

This thread, as far as I can tell, is, thematically, the exploration of the potential for fulfillment and equilibrium, coming in the form of metaphore, surrealism, or other abstract vessels.

Or in normal English, I like it when stuff which seems weird on the surface is actually taking on what it means to be alive and striving for something, and is using its weirdness to do that.

It's 12:30pm and I'm too tired for any more depth here, but the next few posts I do are probably going to cover this in more depth, and will most likely be about why I love Doctor Who and The Mars Volta. (That's both a promise and a warning, by the way. Stick with me though, you've made it through the first 100 installments of my odd meanderings and for that I thank you.)




*Don't judge me. I accept that there are far larger problems in the world, but while I try to do my tiny bit to fix them, they don't affect me directly, I do not feel their impact impeding my day to day life, and the same is probably true for you. I mean, if you're reading this, then you're 'privileged' enough to have access to a computer or the internet, you know?