Never gonna find me….
Fellowship was incredible. Awe inspiring and phenomenally beautiful. In a way, I am very glad that I did not re-read the books just before watching the movie because I had forgotten so much of the story itself that it was like experiencing it for the first time. There were a few things that I did remember though… but only with the clarity that a memory of a dream might have a year later. I had a premonition of Gandalf’s death… because I unconsciously remembered it. I loved how they used a replica of the map which is published in the original “The Hobbit: There and Back Again”
God… to see such life and emotion breathed into that world… it is no longer words on a page, or images in your mind… It’s alive, and real. It calls to me personally, in many ways… and for many reasons.
I couldn’t stop crying.
Leaving the theater, I was in this sort of mental state of shock… But it passed much more quickly than it would have if I had just allowed myself to go home and write poetry about the experience. I got lost in Tigard a little bit… Traffic was heavy, and I couldn’t find Washington Square so I could finish my Christmas shopping. The traffic anxiety snapped me out of my state of self-pity and forced me to worry about exits, turn lanes, ass hole drivers behind and in front of me and pretty much mortal life in general. Nothing like a traffic jam to bring you back down to earth.
[not to be continued here.]
