A Star for Mitzi, Broadway near Union Square ManhattanPerhaps when things are muddy and obfuscated they are easier to digest, softer to the touch, more comfortable. Maybe it's not the messy, confused times that are the difficult ones. It is probable, I think, that this is in fact the world we live in. A world of determined confusion, motivated disclarity. The clear moments, the moments when the cold light shines through our crafted fog, are when things get uncomfortable. The plush warmth of the fuliginous embryonic fuzz is stripped away, a shiver of clarity rolling down the spine like a bumbling drop of icey water. This may be the dystopia they refer to. Pure clarity, momentarily blinding our eyes.
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I think this is absolutely true. Woody Allen was asked about his religious belief, he said he believed in the power of distraction
Oh man, deleted comments are so tantalizing and mysterious.
On that other note, I am finding that Woody Allen must have some heretofore unperceived affect on my sensibilities. More and more often he is quoted back to me as already saying what I am thinking.
Um, well, him and a whole lot of other people.
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