L’enfer, c’est les autres
We’re spanning time.
– Vincent Gallo’s character to Christina Ricci’s in Buffalo ‘66
I have to wonder how long the human condition has been the human condition. Were little cave girls and boys sullen, reticent little rascals du temps en temps, or were they so crazed and in search of slow-moving meat that they didn’t have time to ferret for belly-button lint?
Has moping about one’s condition been something that humans have been up to across the span of time?
I ask the question as I recently saw 1957 Cary Grant flick An Affair to Remember, and was struck by the following exchange:
Her: What makes life so difficult?
Him: People.
So it’s not just me making my own life difficult?!?! Is all humanity simply a thrumming mass of self-saboteurs in ill-fitting pantalons jamming fried chicken into their spittling maws?!?!
Wait, I should know this one already. I’m in marketing.
