Cosmopolis (David Cronenberg, 2012)
"I like that bookshop. Do you know why? It's semi-underground."
Elise: "When are we going to the lake?"
Eric: "Fuck the lake!"
Elise: "I thought we liked it there."
"We" is "you." I like it because you like it. If you don't like it anymore, I won't like it anymore. This "we liked" says Elise is open to the idea of love. But she's met by Eric's complete disinterest in loving her. In loving.
(Shane would hate that "we.")
Wish I could one day say: "I deal in theory."
I need to read the book. I have the feeling I'll like the book more. And I want to know more about Elise. If there is more to know about her. Also: White Noise. I've been postponing reading Don DeLillo for years. Ever since I got my bright-eyed obsession.
It was Don DeLillo, whiskey neat and a blinking midnight clock. Speakers on a TV stand just a turntable to watch. Only smoke came out our mouths on all those hooded-sweatshirt walks. We were a stroke of luck. We were a gold mine that gutted us.