screenshot from the pianist with Adrien Brody tottering through the remnants of a graveyard city.. how does one begin to live again after being through so much where do you find the strength after such crushing subjugation of the spirit to whom do you turn to other than the ghosts of people past that fill all the crevices of your mind and leave you nowhere to hide? i felt like crying during the scene Brody did a pantomime on the piano because he was so achingly close to his art that would have offered him some tangible reprieve and solace from the otherwise prodigious annihilation of anything humane

nothing to do with the first part of this post but the lugubrious pensive mood that watching the pianist brought on was fast vanquished when i cleared out one of my cupboards and found all these delightful pranks i bought a few years back SO TRYING THE FAKE BEER ON THE ALCOHOLICS I HAVE FOR FRIENDS WATCH OUT GUYZ