These days, as mass media entertainment pummels us with visual excitements, ferociously stimulating us, entertaining us with breathtaking
energy, I often find that such entertainment is like any other buzz...it wears off, leaving it's mark all right, but it's a mark mostly thin and flimy, an aftertaste of meaning that never was the point. And then I run into a story - a book or a piece of theatre that's simple or even a small scale, quiet film. The space in it calls to me and the quiet reminds me that many of the most important things reveal themselves gently, delicately in the moments when the still voice finally gains our attention and utters a word, gives us a moment, to mark us forever.
energy, I often find that such entertainment is like any other buzz...it wears off, leaving it's mark all right, but it's a mark mostly thin and flimy, an aftertaste of meaning that never was the point. And then I run into a story - a book or a piece of theatre that's simple or even a small scale, quiet film. The space in it calls to me and the quiet reminds me that many of the most important things reveal themselves gently, delicately in the moments when the still voice finally gains our attention and utters a word, gives us a moment, to mark us forever. -Jeff Berryman
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it's funny. Whenever I walk into a mall, or even a Chapters store nowadays, I'm immediately struck by this sense of overstimulation. Maybe I'm a minimalist at heart, or simply NOT a capitalist by heart, but everthing that's out there to entertain me sometimes seems like so much marketing.
The problem with entertainment in its amount and size is that it gets devoid of meaning.
I remember when I could walk into a chapters/starbux with interest, but now its just so much more cream pie... all taste, no filling.
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