“When anything is blocking my head or there’s worry in my life, I just go sit on Mars or something and look back here at Earth. All you can see is this tiny speck. You don’t see the fear. You don’t see the pain. You don’t see thought. It’s just one solid speck. Then nothing really matters. It just doesn’t.”—Heath Ledger (via nirvikalpa)
I'm actually comparing "Chronicle of a Death Foretold" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, to the modern adaption of "Antigone" by Jean Anouilh. It's pretty interesting. I'm talking about tragic heroes and whatnot.
I’ve never read that by Marquez, is it any good? Antigone is great, but I always found it a little dreary, although I’ve never read the modern adaptation.
Memory of a goldfish? Haha! You're amusing. Ironically, I'm actually working on an essay right now, comparing two pieces of literature. As much as I love writing about literature, talking to you is making it a bit more bearable.
It is! It's nice. Thoughts are intangible so sometimes it's good to write things down. It's sort of like connecting the mind with the body. It's comforting. Ah, yes. Books are definitely much better. You really feel how far you've gotten. I find the weight of books kind of refreshing. It's pretty weird, but it's true.
Plus the notepad comes in handy often due to the fact I have the memory of a goldfish. I’m working on it though, it’s a work in progress.