Isn’t amazing how the user that made that comment goes unrecognized by the literary world? Probably wasting their talents with some joke job when they could be writing block buster screen plays
It has some strong David Lynch vibes. We’re presented with a pretty mundane situation. Then, the events of the story slowly chip away at the familiar elements of the environment, revealing it to be a facade until we’re left staring at the ever-growing gap between individual perception and empirical, objective reality, calling into question various ontological and epistemological assumptions. It’s like staring at a photograph until we can see it as the cloud of particles that it is and then realizing that it’s always been that way. The intensely surreal feeling reveals itself to be the process of the mind resolving cognitive dissonance while accepting the infinite and stochastic nature of the physical universe. A game, a mislead, a piss beaker, and a bus. These elements changed us as we changed them by perceiving them, and then, life goes on.
I wish I could give you gold for this, but all I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels.
Also, there are bars on which’s jukebox one can play Weird Al’s eleven-ish-minute song, “Albuquerque.” Not everyone will appreciate it, so you probably shouldn’t. I just wanted you to know that you can.
If you’re not published, you should be.
Isn’t amazing how the user that made that comment goes unrecognized by the literary world? Probably wasting their talents with some joke job when they could be writing block buster screen plays
It has some strong David Lynch vibes. We’re presented with a pretty mundane situation. Then, the events of the story slowly chip away at the familiar elements of the environment, revealing it to be a facade until we’re left staring at the ever-growing gap between individual perception and empirical, objective reality, calling into question various ontological and epistemological assumptions. It’s like staring at a photograph until we can see it as the cloud of particles that it is and then realizing that it’s always been that way. The intensely surreal feeling reveals itself to be the process of the mind resolving cognitive dissonance while accepting the infinite and stochastic nature of the physical universe. A game, a mislead, a piss beaker, and a bus. These elements changed us as we changed them by perceiving them, and then, life goes on.
It made me think of Albuquerque by Weird Al. Absurd, long, silly, fun, always leading into the next thing but never quite reaching it.
I wish I could give you gold for this, but all I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels.
Also, there are bars on which’s jukebox one can play Weird Al’s eleven-ish-minute song, “Albuquerque.” Not everyone will appreciate it, so you probably shouldn’t. I just wanted you to know that you can.
Give me six cigarettes, a can of soup and Limp Bizkit’s discography on repeat and I’ll give you the best screen play you’ve ever read.
This must be how the Jurassic Park Scientists felt when they first realized what was possible.