I think “solidarity” is what Freaky Tales would call it, a movie which, believe it or not, I’m actually going to talk about. But again: I’ve given myself permission to write the longest essay anyone will write about Freaky Tales, as an exercise, experiment, statement, and/or self-indulgence; I like writing, and I am enjoying writing this, so I am. But the more I write, the more that length gives permission to anyone who doesn’t want to read it—even encourages them—to close the browser and move on. You’re not stuck with me, after all, the way you have no choice but to see a mural as you drive past it each day. You can go find something you like better and leave me to my fun. The internet is a very different space than a wall, or the running time of a film. It’s essentially unlimited in a very specific way: You can write as much as you want on it, spend as much time and fill as much space on the blank canvas of your word document as your silly heart desires, and no one else’s space will be infringed or diminished by it. Nothing’s keeping you here, and you are as welcome to stay as you are to leave. No one is charging you rent.
Posted 9 days ago.
