There Just Aren't Enough Rocks

When the unspeakable happens, I am thankful for the escapism that is film. Film somehow stills the tolling mortality that ever reminds me how fleeting life can be. Film allows me to forget, at least for ninety minutes, that there is scarcely anything I can do that somebody else cannot undo out of pure petulance. And in film, evil is always crushed under the heel of virtue's boot.

Some day, I may tell you the events of this past week and the people we lost. Today is not that day. As Forest Gump would say -- "Sometimes, there just aren't enough rocks."

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