presently I am wholly inspired by the idea of tragic glamour -- stemming from the line in Donnie Darko (citing Graham Greene's The Destructors) that claims, "destruction is a form of creation."
alike how something beautiful and perfect captitvates us --- how perfect it is; how put together; how secure -- we are equally drawn to that something beautiful falling apart, changing into something unfamiliar; creating something perhaps even more enlivening in its demise.
it's as if its start -- that amazing appeal --- left only as clandestine flickers fighting through a glazed haze -- is almost immortal; as if that force is so powerful that it is too difficult, too exerting, for us to forget.
there are layers and layers deep, but what was originally there can't quite be fully hidden... and it's that glimpse of the past, that flash of what once was, regret permeating through the flashes, that is tragic.
"You have to climb Mount Everest to reach the Valley of the Dolls,
It's a brutal climb to reach that peak,You stand there, waiting for the rush of exhilaration but it doesn't come,You're alone. And the feeling of loneliness is overpowering..." -- Jacqueline Susann - Valley of the Dolls