I began very briefly experimenting with stop motion photography today, as I have a few ideas in the works. I don’t really know what possessed me to pick up the fine black Sharpie and write the word “truth” in my hand, nor do I know what caused me to want to reveal it and then secret it away again.
It called to mind the scene in “Dead Poet’s Society” where Todd (played by Ethan Hawke) finally lets loose a stream of poetic genius. “Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. Kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it’ll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.”
Isn’t that just the truth.