I think cinema may have peaked right at the scene in The Peanut Butter Falcon when Shia LaBeouf and Dakota Johnson want to talk about Zack Gottsagen while they’re all on this Huckleberry Finn raft together, so they challenge him to hold his breath underwater for training. They have a conversation with some great writing and then when he comes up he’s just holding a whole eighteen inch fish he caught with his bare hands.
is the Devil’s Tramping Ground like. a widely known thing outside of North Carolina? b/c it’s funny as fuck, it’s this circle of dirt that supposedly nothing will grow in and it’s b/c the devil stomps around there or whatever. allegedly ppl have tried camping there and woke up miles away
it’s literally just a patch of dirt that ppl are scared of. that being said, i would not go there if asked b/c while i am not superstitious, i am a little stitious
*Tamp Tamp*
The Devil: ah I see you’ve noticed me tamping down the soft earth
I think part of the reason why we feel so sad is that we’re too far away from raw, numinous experiences. Like you know that post with a picture of the unpolluted night sky where people are reacting in terrified awe not realizing that’s what the stars really look like?
I think it’s like. You need vivid experiences that can’t be easily repeated. You need elemental things. I don’t mean this in a crunchy hippie just-try-yoga way I mean this in a way that’s like…we’re inside all the time and most things we experience are scheduled ahead of time. When there are sidewalks, we follow them, and there’s always some boring place to go. You need things that no one has any control over and that no one can sell for money.
You need to be outside in a storm and see lightning strike very close to you. You need to meet a wild creature and have to stand very still and almost not even breathe and watch before it vanishes. You need to be alone somewhere very big. You need to go to a place because it looks interesting and be at the wrong place at the wrong time. You need to climb over a fence instead of going in by the gate. You need to hear the exploding sound of a huge flock of birds flying. You need to watch live theater performed by kids on a low budget. You need to be lost somewhere. You need to be barefoot somewhere. You need to sing with other people who are singing. You need to get soaking wet with all of your clothes on and come inside shivering.
