Some say adrenaline is the best of drugs but I beg to differ: catharsis is.
When I discovered there was a word for it I was so happy I forgot to buy the book it took me an hour to find. I wondered what catharsis would look like to I could get it tattooed, so I could draw it all over the place and show the world the reason I read, the reason I like theatre and dense movies.
I used to try to share my romance with film but failed every time because when the credits rolled I heard no passionate sigh in the room but mine and once again the classic “I’ll pick the movie next time, yes?” It was heartbreaking and my hopes of sharing my obsession with certain lyrics or tiny book quotes went down the drain because there was no way of putting into my own words what true artists hadn’t been able to- hence said quote or said lyrics.
But there it was, an entire galaxy of mute frustration conquered by nine letters and three syllables.
lunes, 14 de marzo de 2011
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