Lately I’ve been noticing the parallels
between life & television. It all starts so clear & focused.
A normal setting except for a single twist or quirk (like the dad staying
at home in a domestic role or being a minor celebrity). As time goes
on the focus is lost. The point & reasons for things becomes
less obvious & jokes become more important & people start to turn
into cartoons of their original visions. The beauty starts to be
in the “easter eggs” (the little hidden things from the set design &
wardrobe staff), the son’s friend wearing a Neurosis t-shirt or a cousin
with a Misfits poster on the wall. The need comes to re-invent, to
spin-off into a new series instead of a new season. To move to a
new city to get a new cast of friends. To get back a clear focus
in life. To transform from a child to a teen to an adult to a parent
to a grandparent. To change from a joke stuck in stagnancy to an
active blinding light at the center of a solar system. An angelic
column of fire in the desert. You are not what you own or what you
have been, but what you sculpt & mold into your new form. A hero.
An icon. A saint. A glow of love late at night coming through
a television screen.