kids don't let kids get lost...

Didn't you hate it when you were a child, when your parents take you to a children's movie, say Bambi, and in the trailers they show you, "Coming soon in Universal Pictures..." and then this creepy trailer comes on and some monster comes out to eat children or something like a random psycho coming out shooting people?

This morning I read about a horror film and I felt as though I had seen it. The whole day I found myself trying to wash away the images while also trying to convince myself that the world is good.

It comes down to a few things: Why do people make these random films about torturing and cutting up people? What does it reflect in me as an artist? In other words, how am I to stand, as a writer, in the midst of these forms of fiction that seem to do little but give people a thrill in seeing people get cut up?

The funny thing is that this sort of thing makes me feel like a little child again. The whole day I've been looking forward to being in my room this evening, coming here, writing, and getting it sort out. I just won't stand for immorality. I won't.

The world is a strange place. But I'd like not to think people as evil. People are lost. They are lost.

This too shall pass.