“Roman K.” delivers a short film “Everyday I Wake Up As
Someone Else”, by SirSpooksaLot.
The video (about 13 minutes) in black and white, shows the
path down a stairwell of a walkup.
Every day he wakes up as a different person, and within a half
hour has the memories of that person.
But in time that person perishes that day after some violent
event. A teenage girl who had been
bullied in school had committed suicide in a locked bathroom, and the mother had
not been able to save her. He later, at the end, wakes up as the mother.
Does this premise for a narrative make sense? Suppose after you’re gone, the information
content of your life is transferred to a living person and you wake up in that
body with your memories, and then taken on “his”, and then get cut off once you
know too much. Maybe it only happens
when he is aroused. Maybe he has
captured other people and you start taking on their personas with each
successive wakeup. In between, there has to be an awareness of waiting, of
Erwartgung (Schoenberg’s piece) forever.
A Toronto theater has canceled a screening of a biography “The
Rise of Jordan Peterson”, directed Patricia Marcoccia, from Holding Space Films
and Gravitas Ventures, after “complaints”
from the woke-left. I’ll be on the
lookout for this one.
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