Yeah, great film.
Depressing, but what has Radiohead ever put out that wasn't?
Lucky?
We're only people. We're all people. If I took a knife to your head,
you'd bleed. If you took a knife to mine, I'd bleed. If I stuck a knife
in Tom Cruise's face, he'd bleed. We all bleed the same, because we're
all humans. We're all people.
And yet, we're being worked day in and day out, work work work, work
and overwork, work until you hate doing what you used to love, work
until you hate yourself because you're not what you used to love, work
all your life away for some higher up in a white suit, sitting on a
nice yacht and sipping wine and listening to bleeding posh music. Work
to BE the white suit on a yacht drinking wine and listening to trash.
And what, in a few years, a decade or two, a few generations, what will
become of you? Do you realize that there have been tens of billions of
people who have lived and died on this very same earth we live on who
have felt the same basic things we have, who've struggled through the
same strife we have, who've worked their lives away to achieve...
Nothing? And that's exactly what's become of them. Nothing. Oh, maybe
there'll be somebody famous who discovered something important, or
invented something revolutionary, or maybe a revolutionary themselves
who changed the entire landscape of history. But to what avail? What
have they become? Fond memories? The butt of our jokes?
It's far easier to tear a person apart than it is to put them back together.
And you know, it's absolutely ridiculous. All of it is just insane.
There's no reason anymore. There's the extremist there, the extremist
here, the fundamentalists demanding their own views of things, liberal
here, conservative here, republican and democrat, independent party,
socialist, communist, anarchist, and you know, all this- Diversity's
not a bad thing, not at all, but it's all mad. And you know, all of
it's mad. I can say the exact same things about unity of mind, sameness
of soul, whatever. It's everything.
And it's absolutely maddening to me, because I was never raised to be
sheltered, and I've never been one to hold back on saying what I very
well please. And it's like being blind- I know what's wrong, and I can
do all I can to stop it, or to cure it, but to what effect? It's never
going to really change.
It comes to a point where none of it even matters anymore.
At least if you're some office lackey, typing away a business proposal
here, a request for a promotion there, filing away all the legal
documents that keep you afloat... Well, at least you'll know how it all
ends.
But what if you're not content with that? You don't know how it'll end. But you know what the end is anyways.
I'm not saying death is an enemy. I'm not saying that if we lived
forever, any of this would change. Because none of it would. This will
stay relevant no matter what the circumstances are, no matter what's
happening in the world, no matter what.
And with the fading memory, a nostalgic and bittersweet tear, some old
photographs that I've wanted to rip up so many times before, with my
finger hovering over the delete button as I look over years and years'
worth of barely-there distant past realities...
And perhaps the most agonizing thing is that I know that I don't know.
There will be too much in this world I will never see and never
experience. I will never get inside your thoughts, and I will never
know what it is truly like to be another person, in another reality.
But already, I've seen too much. You've seen too much.
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