Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Just finished reading Big Sur. Whenever I read Kerouac or Bukowski or Miller or any of those kind of beat writers/ autobiographical writers, I'm impressed by how they all believe in their own writing so much.
On another note; the other week, I ended up watching three films on my own on consecutive nights which took me to the edge of depression.

A single man.
The road.
Synecdoche, New York.

Generally I prefer bleakness to joyfullness - Lars Von Trier to Disney.
But this was too much, even for me.
I did enjoy the films though and Charlie Kaufman is a genius.

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