Just realised The Place Beyond The Pines came out way back in 2012, reaching these shores in 2013.
It was an excellent film. I'm pretty sure I watched it quite soon after it came out. That's like, four years ago, but thinking about it just before it felt like a recent film. This is weird. It's making me think. When I watched that, I was still living back in my brother's flat two states away. He's moved from there now, which is pretty crazy given that he lived there for over 20 years. I had a whole set of slightly-different issues and problems to fret about back then, or maybe they were just alternate versions of the same ones I have now.
It kinda feels like... so much has happened since then, yet at the same time pretty much nothing at all. Am I still the same person? I don't feel like I've improved any since then. Nothing notable, anyway. I don't believe I've really achieved any of my goals. Did I ever have any goals to begin with? I don't know. The next time I have a moment like this, how many years will have passed? Will I have actually accomplished anything in that time? Is my life really just a series of these sudden, uneasy realisations, with the space in between stuffed with hazy, meaningless filler?
I dunno man, it's twenty past three in the morning (or almost 4:20 if you go by DST) and I'm kinda tripped out by this. Whoa.