..And sick fascination, glued to the screen of its descent. Binge watching the drama of your life unravelling, slowly, season by season. Gripping entertainment at its worst. No matter the warnings, ominous music threatening the hero’s demise, still you sit back with popcorn and watch it happen. Almost in a way, dysfunctionally, satisfied at the continuing destruction before you…”How much worse can it get? Ooo, lets tune in next week and see”. Somehow paralyzed, unable to gain access to the writer’s room and alter the narrative, however fully aware you know you own the studio, licensing and creative rights.. At least that’s how it feels for now..
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I know what you mean. One of the worse parts is just seeing your self fall from who you were and knowing that if it is possible to climb, the descent is only making it harder as time goes on
Precisely, but I do find given time, generally the soil hardens enough to get a foothold once again, sometimes is just hard to convince yourself of that during a prolonged slippery spell.