Hello friends. I am currently reading through this and I find it pretty crazy. There is a lot of pressure in "the room", and it took me a second to remember that this is fiction, and that the ghosts and all of the other characters are symbols of a sort.
There are a few things that I find interesting about this: His mother is saying "Poor boy, poor boy," over and over again, and as she says it she slowly seems to deteriorate as if she is dying or if she is going insane. I also find it interesting that the ghosts are involved and even communicating with the living characters. It puts off an even creepier demeanor, and it's a lot to be hit with if you're going into it after a busy day. Nevertheless, let me get to what I'm wanting to talk about.
I enjoy Ilana's line about the rain. "there are moments when I think it will never end, that it will last indefinitely. It's like the rain. Here the rain, like everything else, suggests permanence and eternity."
First off, isn't that a bit of a 4th wall break?
"I say to myself: It's raining today and it's going to rain tomorrow and the next day, the next week and the next century. Now I say to myself: There's night now and there will be night tomorrow, and the day, the week, the century after. "
For me, this is a fat oof because my sympathy bug bites me and I can't help but feel bad for all of these fictional characters and the situation that they find themselves in. The part that strikes me is that at this moment, even though the work is entitled dawn, they are stuck in an eternal night. Eternal suffering, as if there is no hope, as if they are never going to be relieved of the pressure and the suffering. My desire is not to live in acceptance of the eternal night, but to fight for the hope of the light of day, of relief from the trouble.
However it seems to me that the rain is not just permanence, but also comfort. It is accepting the situation and living in the present moment, and I find strength in that promise of unconditional continuance.
Until next time, I don't always drink, but when I do, I prefer sweet tea.
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There are a few things that I find interesting about this: His mother is saying "Poor boy, poor boy," over and over again, and as she says it she slowly seems to deteriorate as if she is dying or if she is going insane. I also find it interesting that the ghosts are involved and even communicating with the living characters. It puts off an even creepier demeanor, and it's a lot to be hit with if you're going into it after a busy day. Nevertheless, let me get to what I'm wanting to talk about.
I enjoy Ilana's line about the rain. "there are moments when I think it will never end, that it will last indefinitely. It's like the rain. Here the rain, like everything else, suggests permanence and eternity."
First off, isn't that a bit of a 4th wall break?
"I say to myself: It's raining today and it's going to rain tomorrow and the next day, the next week and the next century. Now I say to myself: There's night now and there will be night tomorrow, and the day, the week, the century after. "
For me, this is a fat oof because my sympathy bug bites me and I can't help but feel bad for all of these fictional characters and the situation that they find themselves in. The part that strikes me is that at this moment, even though the work is entitled dawn, they are stuck in an eternal night. Eternal suffering, as if there is no hope, as if they are never going to be relieved of the pressure and the suffering. My desire is not to live in acceptance of the eternal night, but to fight for the hope of the light of day, of relief from the trouble.
However it seems to me that the rain is not just permanence, but also comfort. It is accepting the situation and living in the present moment, and I find strength in that promise of unconditional continuance.
Until next time, I don't always drink, but when I do, I prefer sweet tea.
I commented on Josh and Eliza's posts.
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