and get yourself free
Friday, December 11th, 2015 11:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erikaThere are so few healthy things here that I eat, and it frustrates me this morning. That's what I miss most about having my own place: my own kitchen.
Similar to the night time, the kitchen has always been my mother's domain. I longed for her interference and so, in many ways, I have become her. Stifle that gasp of horror: as long as I remember that I'm an adult, and treat her as one as well, my mother's surprisingly easy to get along with. There are a lot worse people to build from.
I somewhat intentionally mislead ppl into thinking they know me by using appropriate detail to sketch the scene. Re-read at the above: I don't name the foods I eat, I don't name why you would gasp in horror. I simply expect you to fill in the blanks.
SHOW, DON'T TELL.
As I write, rewrite and edit a dearly beloved narrative for submission, these words echo thru my head. But dear god, with this subject matter, I admit to being sickened I have so many anecdotes.
Room (2015)
Never seen a more vivid depiction of trauma that was ultimately uplifting. Brie Larson was incandescent in her rage and fervor that clearly came directly from the character she disappeared into.
(I didn't realize she was the sister from Trainwreck until the latter half of the movie, tho that could be my aphantasia.)
The latter half of the movie (to my time sense!) focussed on their recovery and that was a balm to the soul. I'm deeply moved by the depiction of hope in this film.
Brie Larson said she saw the film more "as a story of love and freedom and perseverance and what it feels like to grow up and become your own person". I cannot agree more.
Empathetic rather than voyeuristic, Room is a tour de force.
(If you'd like a more detailed trigger warning but might be interested in seeing it, please comment!)
Similar to the night time, the kitchen has always been my mother's domain. I longed for her interference and so, in many ways, I have become her. Stifle that gasp of horror: as long as I remember that I'm an adult, and treat her as one as well, my mother's surprisingly easy to get along with. There are a lot worse people to build from.
I somewhat intentionally mislead ppl into thinking they know me by using appropriate detail to sketch the scene. Re-read at the above: I don't name the foods I eat, I don't name why you would gasp in horror. I simply expect you to fill in the blanks.
SHOW, DON'T TELL.
As I write, rewrite and edit a dearly beloved narrative for submission, these words echo thru my head. But dear god, with this subject matter, I admit to being sickened I have so many anecdotes.
Room (2015)
Never seen a more vivid depiction of trauma that was ultimately uplifting. Brie Larson was incandescent in her rage and fervor that clearly came directly from the character she disappeared into.
(I didn't realize she was the sister from Trainwreck until the latter half of the movie, tho that could be my aphantasia.)
The latter half of the movie (to my time sense!) focussed on their recovery and that was a balm to the soul. I'm deeply moved by the depiction of hope in this film.
Brie Larson said she saw the film more "as a story of love and freedom and perseverance and what it feels like to grow up and become your own person". I cannot agree more.
Empathetic rather than voyeuristic, Room is a tour de force.
(If you'd like a more detailed trigger warning but might be interested in seeing it, please comment!)
