Day 015

Things That Live In My Head.


Mar 31 2024. Sunday. SJ.

Certain things live in my head forever.
A line from a book.
A scene from a movie.
Images I randomly saw once.
“In the evening I finished reading a book, and because I was feeling so alone, I buried the book on the edge of the forest with a borrowed spade.”
— Werner Herzog, from “Conquest of the Useless”

from the "the royal tennenbaums"

I wonder what similar things have haunted each generation.
It’s hard to not think that I’m just in a long line of processors:
All trying to react to the long list of information handed down to us.
It’s as if I need to borrow the same spade to bury this tired process myself.