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“The Joke” (Incandenza film)
I've written about wanting to mix up what I write here a lot. I generally don't tend to do this. I want to, though. For this post, you will find that there is some of that scary grammar you've been warned about. Additionally, I want to make my subject names more free-flowed and not just summary-recap titles.
I went on a walk at around 7PM, and when I walked to the park that's a few moments from my residence, I suddenly heard some really loud, low quality piano sound file or something. I felt like I was in some horror film. Beforehand, I was already thinking about auteur stuff, and I intended to make some crude videos of walking around (which, now, I realize sound pretty boring, and they look pretty boring too), just to shoot the shit w/r/t filmography, but when met with that loud sound right in front of me I fumbled at my pocket's dent but didn't take out my camera. A few moments later I saw a small toy plane land on the left side of the opposite end of the small grass field I was staring across. There were people in the gazebo across the field, roundabout and larger grass area, and the self-conscious thing I was, I worried I'd get fucked up one way or another pulling out a camera in front of what I assumed to be some parents of children, seeing as some toddler went after the toy plane. I went on my way. I heard the kid scream. I am not cut out for that kind of found film. It was fucking terrifying, though, I tell you what, and I had some psych-trapped kind of fight/flight thought about being in a horror movie. While I walked on my mind went back to its self-rolling thing it does, and so for most of the rest of the walk I tried to imagine how I looked from the perspective of various onlookers, including the kid, the parents, nearby birds, an assassin employed to snipe me from a rooftop, a stray cat, the moon, an ant, etc., and found this to be very entertaining but yet again something either conceptually or circumstantially unfilmable or unfilmed. I realize post-event that the sound was a piano rendition of some theme from a kids' movie... Probably from some toy.
I went on a walk at around 7PM, and when I walked to the park that's a few moments from my residence, I suddenly heard some really loud, low quality piano sound file or something. I felt like I was in some horror film. Beforehand, I was already thinking about auteur stuff, and I intended to make some crude videos of walking around (which, now, I realize sound pretty boring, and they look pretty boring too), just to shoot the shit w/r/t filmography, but when met with that loud sound right in front of me I fumbled at my pocket's dent but didn't take out my camera. A few moments later I saw a small toy plane land on the left side of the opposite end of the small grass field I was staring across. There were people in the gazebo across the field, roundabout and larger grass area, and the self-conscious thing I was, I worried I'd get fucked up one way or another pulling out a camera in front of what I assumed to be some parents of children, seeing as some toddler went after the toy plane. I went on my way. I heard the kid scream. I am not cut out for that kind of found film. It was fucking terrifying, though, I tell you what, and I had some psych-trapped kind of fight/flight thought about being in a horror movie. While I walked on my mind went back to its self-rolling thing it does, and so for most of the rest of the walk I tried to imagine how I looked from the perspective of various onlookers, including the kid, the parents, nearby birds, an assassin employed to snipe me from a rooftop, a stray cat, the moon, an ant, etc., and found this to be very entertaining but yet again something either conceptually or circumstantially unfilmable or unfilmed. I realize post-event that the sound was a piano rendition of some theme from a kids' movie... Probably from some toy.