the hours are long

i feel like i spent my entire life folded into the house this weekend, save for a few pressed hours in the outside world to accomplish some very specific and non-optional tasks. this introvert really doesn't like being drawn out by force or necessity. that might explain why i haven't been to the grocery store to do any proper shopping (i.e. more than 2 strawberry yogurts and a bag of potato chips). i do not always like venturing out into foreign (non-me) space, and i do not always like others venturing uninvited into my own space.

what a temperamental creature i am.



i don't want to expel any more money, gasoline, noise, or burden into the ever-crowding air of this world. i'd like to do something that will create some pure space, some air to breathe. does writing accomplish this goal? i'm inclined to think that more words, more ideas, more ways of saying the same old thing (T.S. Eliot's Quartets, East Coker perhaps?) mucks everything up all the more. then to say it beautifully? does that help?



saw Atonement this weekend, and i'm glad i saw it, but i don't know if the timing was right. i think i was feeling too lonely and dark to have watched it, but i'm not sure how i would have known. Focus does love Keira Knightley though, and the above scene was my favorite part, visually speaking. the train of that emerald green dress . . .


i was also surprisingly intrigued and impressed by James McAvoy's performance. given that he's in so much lately, i wasn't expecting him to be so subtle. i've always been slightly skeptical of Keira Knightley because i'm baffled by women who are child-sized, but she does seem to look the part of a historical period woman quite well. did anyone notice that the housekeeper was played by the same actress who played Mrs. Bennett in Pride & Prejudice? the director has favorites, apparently. don't really see what's wrong with that - it was equally delightful to watch Helena Bonham Carter and Johnny Depp dance as humans in Sweeney Todd, as it was to watch them waltz as Victor and Emily in The Corpse Bride.

i digress.

the day crawls along at a sloth's pace. i've scattered papers listlessly on my desk to appear occupied, but my daydreams are taking over. i've surreptitiously transformed my bulletin board and the wall i sit against all day into a collage of colored papers, magazine pages, and cards from friends. it helps a little.

a girl on fire :: copyright she.