JAPANESQUE

pardon my imprudence folks.
my intense and excruciating fascination for the culturally and aesthetically luxurious 19th century has overcome me.
i feel increasingly inclined to communicate in a way much like this, having been in increasingly frequent contact with the styles of that century.

presided upon an excellent piece of cinematography yesterday.
was occupied for a full hours of 3 in the movie theatre,
enthralled by the brilliancy of director m. night shayamalan having come up with an exquisite set of the (but, of course) time period in question
rapturing the audience with a carefully intricate plot, laced with appropriate touches of romance and suspense.

with the curious, yet explicitly clever conclusion, we were left to lament the plight of the elders, their incentive for setting up The Village and for spinning the labyrinth of tales so intricate which when unravelled, renders one in a daze capable of lasting till at least another daybreak.

it is indeed frightening to even allow such an idea to invade ur mind.
the idea of a settlement surviving in a web of deceit and folklore conjured by the founders, nestled in the heart of modern commodities and advancement.
how the village elders went on their daily endeavours with the knowledge of convenience within a 10mile radii i can scarcely imagine
let alone the torment of witnessing loved ones' lives ebb away and rest them in their coffins knowing you could have saved them.
could the weight of knowledge and guilt really be lessened by the feather-light weight of joy and innocence?

i am reluctant to admit the sacrifices we have to make to retain innocence as highlighted in the story.
can they really be no other way but to strip us all clean just as when we first entered the world before we can all dispense with the worry and fear who are companions of Lord Wealth and Lady Riches?

i suspect at this junction that you will be owner of a perturbed mind, perhaps upset by an open admission of the slavery of our kind to our material frens
or perhaps plainly disturbed by the wealth of description in this entry.
thus, i shall entreat you to your lamentations and spare you with mine.
with all civilities, i beg my leave to enter the hours of rest.
with thoughts of a better tomorrow, good night my frens.