Drunk impulse buying is the worst. Next week graduation and Warehouse Project, until then I work, eat and sleep; simultaneously…
fri: hot love
junk junk//beans beanz beanos
Last few weeks have been proper weird; the weirdest of my life. Everything I could of wished for yet completely the antithesis happened in elliptical patterns. Simultaneously in transit. I’m unsure of being unsure. Lou Reed calls it a satellite, I have no reason to disagree. Now that my goals are transparent, (not that I’ve drank too much of a mixture of Gin as well as Guinness) I feel like soap, soap in the good way.
Childhood faces this weekend, starting the days with gingerbread lattes and climaxing with hangovers. Morrissey’s book is hard work, he should really consider using paragraphs properly if he’s to write another piece however poetic he may be. Life aspirations are back on course though now is the time to watch The Pianist and prepare for the mundane 9-5. It’s a job, not a career.
It all comes down to what Robert McKee calls ‘the circle of justification’. The heart of the matter is that with anti-heroes - film noir - type people - you think of them as being bad guys, but they’re always better than their surroundings. If you think of the character Humphrey Bogart plays in Casablanca, he’s a bit of a dude, but he’s surrounded by shit and that’s what makes him a hero.
If you’re making up a story, there has to be a circle of justification that you put you protagonist in. That’s why Holocaust films do so well at the Oscars, because the scale of evil involved is so great that it establishes the circle of justification not only for the hero but for the members of the academy when they’re deciding which film to vote for.
The circle of justification I hoped to create was that my willingness to be honest about the distance I’d travelled from a conventional moral framework would somehow make the trip worthwhile. This circle worked for me, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was going to work for anyone else. As if to hammer this point home, I was driving from Southampton thinking about it the other day when it came to me that what McKee talks about is not the circle of justification, it’s the frame of justification, which I personally don’t think sounds nearly as good.