Inception was an exceptional movie. There are a lot of things I could say about it, but doing so would only ruin the experience for you. So I won’t say anything about the movie itself, other than to highly recommend you see it for yourself. I’d love to get it on DVD and write down all the things it makes me think of, but it would mean nothing to you unless you knew everything about me, and aside from that it would just defeat the entire purpose of ever watching it for yourself. I’d hate to ruin it for someone. I really would.

Our local movie theatre is currently fixing up its parking lot, so if you ignore the signs saying “yes! we’re still open!” you might think it was closed. We saw the movie at 3 pm on a week day, so it’s not like it was going to be busy anyway. It was extremely nice out, as well, so most sensible people were outside enjoying the weather. The net result of all this was that there were eight people watching the movie, nine if you count the usher, and I brought two others with me. There was a young man, two older women, and a pair of kids a year younger than I am who work at the theatre and seem to be there nine times out of ten no matter what I’m watching.

The different backgrounds are important, because Inception could mean a lot of different things to you depending on who you are and where you’ve been in your life. One of the older women cried towards the end of the movie, and I can only imagine what everyone else was thinking. There were a lot of things going through my head, but in all honesty trying to explain them would mean writing ten times as much. I could simply state a number of disconnected and vague half-thoughts that I’ve managed to remember through the course of the entire movie, but it would only serve to spoil all the things you have yet to learn about me as a person. For the sake of that glorious personal discovery, I will neither ruin the movie nor the opportunity to get to know me for yourself. Perhaps you will never do either of those. I simply wish to make the potential experience as pure and exciting as possible.

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Meanwhile, my host’s grandchildren are here and they’re playing together Toy Story style. Making it up as they go along, using everything that comes to hand as part of the story… It’s beautiful in its own way. I wonder how I’d write if my imagination had been consumed by playing with friends (or toys) instead of video games and inner monologues.

That’s the sad part.