Sometimes it isn't always profound. Sometimes you just look in the mirror and think, "oh fuck" I have an entire screenplay to write. An adaptation of a novel known throughout Europe. In fact, it's been assigned to students in every nation. It's been done with carelessness and so here I am. I love the book. Have been rather attached. Why? Because we are a society that needs to be reminded that even when we're beautiful, you can't go on running on the fuse of "beauty" forever. At some point, that painting is going to depict your soul. Your sins. Your fears. And at some point when you think destroying it is the only way, you will realize it has already destroyed you (says the girl about to get "tatas" and a body recap - let's call it reclaiming).
The point? Buck up people. Buck up.
And as for you, Mr. Wilde: I will do it right. Heart, Fear, Malice, Ignorance, Intellect, Refinement, Beauty, Love, Passion, Drive. I love that you were imprisoned for this. It's as it should be because in truth - the world isn't always ready to face itself. Well done, sir. Well done.
