WENT TO SLEEP A SHELL OF A MAN, WOKE UP THE SAME SO I SLEPT IN AGAIN

His point is taken: nothing ultimately, means anything, but in the moment, we forget that, and become convinced that inconsequential matters mean the world. Vicky Cristina Barcelona may be frivolous, but under the surface there’s a serious pondering of how the most frivolous things can temporarily cloud brains and hold otherwise reasonable people hostage, of how even a momentary giving over to impulse can slip an unignorable pea under the mattress of the best-laid plans, of how sometimes functioning façades are shattered by a single slip of judgment over the course of a single night.

--Karina Longworth, via The New Yorker, via Boyland




This sums up the past few days really, really well. I still haven't seen this movie.