TalkToTheOpenSky

I didn’t know it was possible, but this whole week only had Mondays!

Sometimes when you work in a workplace where there is no definite schedule, life goes by 98127364672819 times as fast. But I am obliging myself to have a proper Saturday night tonight (‘cause I already bought tickets) and to have a dainty Sunday late afternoon tomorrow (‘cause friends only graduate-for-the-first-time once).

Recently, I got asked one of the hardest questions to answer: “What kind of music/movies do you like?”.

I say that this is hard to answer because how the fuck does one quantify or even describe one’s taste to an acquaintance in a way that it wouldn’t take forever? During the times I’ve been idle at life, I’ve given this and you a lot of thought. And over the course of the moments I have spent pondering, I have finally settled on a very short answer: I like music/movies that make me feel irrational.

Somehow it fits well with the issues in my head about how I judge the art I connect with. I mean, I adore thought-heavy dialogue-y dragging movies. But two weeks ago I watched a documentary with no dialogue and fell asleep with dried out tear ducts and a smile on my face. I listen to heavy music with lyrics that have sinister undertones, and can still manage to  appreciate some operatic tunes I have never imagined I could last a minute of. And feel free and abstract at both ends of the genre spectrum. 

Sometimes I think too much. All this is happening in my head while I’m channeling out a different subject entirely. I’m in love with art. I fall in love with art everyday.