My mother told me that I would think that Brazil by Terry Gilliam made no sense whatsoever and that I would find it to be really surreal.
Er...
I understood it perfectly, and didn't find it so surreal at all. :/
It's about work, the futility thereof, and how when you try to break out it's impossible: there's always something trying to drag you back and make you suffer for your attempts to escape. The only way out is death or insanity.
It's a view I've clung tightly to for years.
Er...
I understood it perfectly, and didn't find it so surreal at all. :/
It's about work, the futility thereof, and how when you try to break out it's impossible: there's always something trying to drag you back and make you suffer for your attempts to escape. The only way out is death or insanity.
It's a view I've clung tightly to for years.
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personally i cling to the idea that if you can't go down a well-travelled path, it's time to get the bulldozers/plastic explosives out and make another way out.
to those who dislike my violent metaphor:
what? it's not like being gentle would do anything.