I'm going to tell you this, because I think you might be the only person I know who will understand it. The feeling I got in film class was magic. The film Cinema Paradiso was all about this boy whose who life was about movies effected him, and his awe of them, and I really connected to it. It was great, laugh, cry, etc. Magic!
Actually this is the movie I remember seeing on Elwy (Saturday Night At The Movies) soo many years ago. I have spent years wondering what movie it was, that the image stayed with me of a theatre burning down and film reels being ruined, and alittle boy dragging an old man down the metal stairs.
The teacher makes us stay till the credits are over, so I sit there leaning back in my chair and thinking almost epithany-like as I listen to the love theme play. When I get up, I feel like a perfect young old fashioned girl with my skirt and my black satchel bag and when I head outside it is raining and I have no umbrella. But for once I don't mind. I pull my hood over my head like a disguise (my hoodie is billowly and empire waisted like a cape or a robe. I set out in the rain, feeling magical. The rain hits the pavement and it glows in the streetlights. In the semi-darkness, I cannot see the cars, only their headlights and I can imagine that they are old cars of chrome and aquamarine paint. In the distance (actually right across the street) I can hear the train whistle, but I don't look to see it. I keep walking in the rain in my disguise, the rain clinging to my bare legs and squelching in my green plastic shoes.
I feel like I've stepped back in time. But at the same time it feels current. I feel poetic.
This is exactely where I'm supposed to be.
This makes absolutely perfect sense.
