Girls on Tape

I’ve been on a bit of a death kick since seeing Melancholia this week. I don’t really care to think about it too hard or what anyone says, it was a beautiful film. Like, pretty to look at. There are also a bunch of satisfying moments where someone is in a group of people and they feel 100% uncomfortable and have to flee or say something ridiculous in order to feel better, and in this movie’s universe, they’re always allowed. Also it is great because the whole thing is about being afraid of dying. Which I am, intensely.

So intensely that it literally wakes me up in the middle of the night and I bolt upright, cling to the sheets, and think/scream “OH-PLEASE-NO! IT CANNOT BE! I DON’T WANT TO BE DONE! I LIKE IT HERE!!!” I’m not alone, it turns out. This happens to others and I found some of them and made a radio story about it once. At the end, Ira Glass reads a poem.