Lens

It made me think of myself, obviously. I immediately spotted my poor self, "me and my writing hand", having climbed all the way up there, through hundreds of books, on top of history's rubble and rubbish, trying to capture its core vibration and translate it, indeed distill it into the clearest essence of a cinematic STORY, for the benefit of THE OTHERS, standing behind me. You know, those people you cherish who usually watch real history unravel on the Discovery Channel?

Actually... In my exaggerated ambition for this particular project, I overreached. I selected two souls to guard the outer edges of my target audience, I can only tell you their nicknames -- TVGirl and Surfindude. But I'm not sure I'll rise to that challenge, I might still fall back into the more generous and patient arms of the Discovery crowd. We'll see.

Anyway, that's how I interpreted that pic (from a 1919's "L'Illustration"). And as if it wasn't amazingly symbolic by itself, please learn that it was taken in a town called "Lens"...

But that pic is so versatile it's unbelievable! It is suggestive of a number of other situations, including really trivial bullshit. The funniest of all: that's me turning my back on Cinemagiah, and opening my own blog. People on top are the few that remained, they contemplate the disaster, standing on top of the ruins of what had once been, for a year or so, a superior place of virtual encounter. Then, gradually, the bombs of vulgarity started to drop and soon enough they brought down the entire virtual edifice. The people who had fun shredding it to pieces are also those who then defected to a brand new forum, top right.

Yeah, a picture is worth a thousand words indeed.