Millennials are positioned at a fragile moment in human history and our inconsistent development is growing culture gaps, especially in our own country. Let’s explore social and economic opportunities together.
In the moonlight, Miss Lovely Bones lets her hair down and the quake fades from her mind like theatre music as the credits exit. The angry traffic, the congestion of people with Google Maps bobbing like lanterns on the sidewalks and the New York minute — it all disappears when she returns home, to a small apartment in Midtown West. She swings for the handle and the darkness swallows her wholesome. The door knocker hits like a clock punch and she’s on her own time, but will have to punch out in the morning at 7 a.m.
The world needs Ms. Lovely Bones.
Miss Lovely Bones keeps the place smelling earthy and youthful, except for the kitchen which is troubled by a gas hiss she’ll never get over. The light from the 40 watt bulb beneath the lamp shade in her bedroom creases her face at the nose, horizontally, and she sets her bag down on the floor.
Miss Lovely Bones is content, but sleep is out of focus. Nausea sets in and she lies awake at night wondering if the world wants to be a better place. The city always stirs and so do the people.
Writers and filmmakers, that is people who describe the world, suffer from an occupational disease. They never experience moments in life quite spontaneously. You always look at yourself from the outside. Even as a child I always observed myself and the world. I believe that everyone who chooses this path in any way, who chooses to be a describer of the world, suffers from this condition. It’s like a mental obsession. It can be a great pity too. It robs you of a certain joy of spontaneity.
Michael Haneke, director
Sometimes this is the feeling of reality setting in … A fragile moment to accept the terms and conditions or transcend the form.