Warm Recollections #23

More from the Bitz Files

As introduced here, these Warm Recollections are random cullings from thirty years of notes files…

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Reaching an age where someone being physically attracted to you is suggestive of a fetish rather than uncomplicated desire. You don’t want to feel that you’ve become fodder for a niche Tumblr.

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“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”

― André Breton

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Interesting thing about indie/low budget film: part of its distinctive rhythm can be provided by the fact that they use the same environments over and again — because of budgetary concerns — and this confers a sense of meta-structure. Expedience creating form, and form implying meaning.

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There’s nothing like trying to pay for goods, in a little vegan-skewing grocery store staffed by young, affable hippies, to make you feel like a thrusting, go-getting, speed and flesh-crazed yuppy bastard.

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The sound of a small American mall: distant muzak and the soft chitter of hangers on rails, as solitary women appraise sale items in the vast air-conditioned expanse of department store women’s sections.

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