The Funereal Exception

For me, also, there's that sense that the post-game analysis is more important than the game itself. I like movie reviews more than movies. I read novels backwards -- no, really, I do -- starting with the final revelation and then unpeeling the layers of more prosaic happenstance in reverse order to create some sort of mystery. As though the real mystery is why out of upteen billion possible permutations and combinations, this specific set of circumstances is the thing that came about. Was it inevitable? Was it purely random? These seem to me to be the only really important questions.

I would have been perfectly happy sitting in a dark room for 80 years watching stories flicker on a screen, never moving. I crave the green room where the events are deconstructed more than I crave attendance at the events themselves.

I suppose that's where real life lets me down. In life, closure is always more a process of attenuation than a ceremony where you get to say goodbye. Except at funerals, of course.