Notes from the Post-it Wall | Christmas Movies Edition
The most unrealistic thing about Home Alone is that Fuller, a bedwetter, would have also overslept.
I Like to Watch | The Postman (1997)
I am most taken by the idea that the thing needed to unite us as a country is simple correspondence. Mail delivered and received. Making the postman a mythic figure connecting disparate groups and loved ones.
The stomach tightens and sinks.
The heart and lungs follow.
It’s a confounding reaction to a receipt of affection.
It’s familiar, and, therefore, oddly comforting.
But familiarity can be a curse.
A cursed reminder of what once went wrong when you were just trying to do things right this time.
This time it’ll be different, you say.
Why? You’re different, but what are you doing differently?