Text of a note I apparently wrote to myself?
Yeah.
Here, take a look . . .
I prefer to go into a movie with no preconceptions, no idea of what I'm about to see.
I don't watch the trailers.
I don't watch interviews with cast and crew.
I try to forget everything I know about the director's filmography, the past roles of the cast.
So I drink as much industrial grade alcohol as I can;
insert deep brain electrodes to smooth out all the wrinkles of my brain via electrolysis;
construct a new womb and birth canal from cell culture meats reactor grown materials;
pack my guts full with a custom, all-organic emerald green neo-meconium;
and have the womb and birth canal carted into the theatre by my crack staff of loyalist privatized medical professionals,
where I will be reborn
just in time to catch the coming attractions,
my pure mind barely comprehending the assault of sight and sound,
crying out to Mother Cinema,
whose name I have no way of knowing at this stage,
yet I never fail to learn by the time the credits roll.
It's the only way to experience the magic of the movies!
. . . so, I guess I’m pretty intense about spoilers, eh?
Well.
That is what the note says.
Seems a bit extreme, but I guess that’s how I’m supposed to be.
Good thing I wrote it all down.
-December 2020
