The other day I watched a strange kind of film. It experimented with the very difficult narrative technique of developing two main parallel plots that only came together at the end. Without a single hint of any possible connection between the two, except for the theme, the spectator was left with a sense of schizophrenia. Most unfortunate, I would say.
I guess that it was a case of art trying to imitate reality. In real life, such situations do indeed happen. All the time. Just that they normally end up in a divorce court. Unlike what happens in the cinema, this spectator feels quite sorry that they are already rolling the credits, the way he was enjoying himself...
To be honest, I will have to admit that all of us are two people simultaneously. One who goes about his daily chores doing his best to look normal. The other, much more adventurous, takes over sometime during the night and couldn't care less about conventions. Most people manage to keep both apart. When you cannot distinguish between the two, you grow a beard, get yourself an AK-47 and go and live in a cave in Afghanistan.
While on the subject of the uncontrolled subconscious.... Last night, I had a very weird dream that I would hesitate to recount, were it not for the fact that I'm sure Freud is no longer alive. I dreamt that the present pope, you know the one with the foxy blue eyes, had decided to resign and that, in his stead, the Catholic Church had elected the unmarried mother of a ten year old boy. Strangely, in Jerusalem, the chief rabbi of Israel had taken the bold step of shaving off his beard. Finally, in Tehran, Ahmadinejad was a much taller man and, consequently, had given up on the idea of conquering the world.
What a sick dream! Couldn't tell you how it all ended. I woke up suddenly with the sound bullets flying around. It was the alarm on my mobile phone.
