Dear Derrell (last letter from Stacy)
I knew you had it in you. Knowing that this is all made up certainly takes the pressure off right?
If I were “real” I might have watched Paterson last night and I might have been moved by the line “Without love, what reason is there for anything?” and I might have thought (again and for the millionth time) about you.
But if I were “real”, and that’s a big if, I would much prefer Aldous Huxley’s quote “Of all the worn, smudged, dog-eared words in our vocabulary, “love” is surely the grubbiest, smelliest, slimiest. Bawled from a million pulpits, lasciviously crooned through hundreds of millions of loudspeakers, it has become an outrage to good taste and decent feeling, an obscenity which one hesitates to pronounce. And yet it has to be pronounced; for, after all, Love is the last word.”
A bit long-winded for a movie, but makes me wish we were “real.”
But we’re not and may never be.
Just a song gone astray,