WITH BURDOCKS, HEMLOCK, NETTLES, CUCKOO-FLOWERS, AND ALL THE IDLE WEEDS THAT GROW

Just finished P.T. Anderson's Magnolia, which, allowing for severe cabin fever and almost total lack of human contact, has just handily leaped to the top of my favorite films of all time (ousting Casablanca). Actually, that's an understatement but I can't think of an adequate superlative to describe it. It's just so real. Or true to the surreality of life. Warmer. Made me think of Infinite Jest crunched into a movie, except wiser and less solipsistic and more hopeful. I don't even particularly care to talk about it, so I'll skip right to Magnolia's own finale. Fais de beaux reves, cybervide, et tout le meilleur a tout le mad mad mad mad monde!

...You could write a pretty nifty little something just playing off the vide/vida pun. Ex nihilo donchaknow. Dweeb.

I'm literally so bored I just spontaneously started conversing with myself on a blog post. So träum was schönes.