People always use symbols to represent the end of things. Questioners put a question mark in the end of their questioning, and writers put a dot in the end of their writing. There is a symbol that musicians use in the end of their sessions, but I cannot remember what. But, what if people just do what they like to do, and never think a second when things gonna end? I imagine there is a room that has just the right vibe, the right energy to push, pull and cajole questioners to keep questioning, writers to keep writing, and musicians to hold that last note until they couldn’t even remember they held it that long. I imagine it like a wedding anniversary, stretched to a hundred years or so. The couple died, but the bliss lives on through generations. When there’s a world record for everything, there must be a symbol for mere things like this, a symbol that represents not moratorium but efforts to leaven tedium. Don’t you think so?
Baffling, I know. Beautiful though.
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Again, another sophomoric prose found in the uncharted region of my hard drive. This one is inspired by SYNECDOCHE, NEW YORK (Charlie Kaufman, 2008)
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