starlings in winter

november was a good movie month. i'm becoming extra aware of the types of stories i tend to gravitate towards. themes too. it's filling me up with a lot of hope... never underestimate the power of story. n art!!!! i lose sight of that sometimes, but honestly not really, because it's the only thing carrying me through my day to day and bringing me any sort of whimsy or joy. these huge heart-swelling feelings and thoughts i get after watching something jolt me back to my human spirit... the one that's closest to who i was as a kid. it clears away the everyday fog that having a job and monotony and adulthood forces me into, that kind of auto-pilot mode i hate. the numbness. which is like, even more prevalent in our progressively AI-riddled fate. I REFUSE!!! i will Sit Down n Write this. i will Reflect.

( category is... family fantasy horror comfort??? )