Twenty-four minutes. They say any video this long, containing neither sex nor violence, won’t be watched all the way to the end.
Is that true?
Has our attention span crumbled? Are we falling soundlessly into the dark chasms of indifference that come with cultural decay?
Oh, wait. I think there is violence, it’s just that I can’t recognize it anymore.
I wish I still smoked Marlboros; or had even one of my mother’s crumbly Lucky Strikes stolen from the bottom of her purse, smelling of leather and her perfume. I could use one of something or other right now.
Or perhaps I’m merely rooting around in the cold comfort of old memories hoping to light upon a remembered certainty…