Rosemary Diaries - Day 219

Once more, my own words fail me. There’s no combination or order that I put them that actually make sense in portraying and communicating what I need.

So as some smart lad once said, we need to “stand in the shoulders of the giants”. So I’ve called my good spiritual master Jonathan Larson, who in this dialog from RENT (which you can read my love letter to it here) say exactly what I needed to hear from someone.

Mark:
How could you let her go?

Roger:
You just don’t know…how could we lose Angel?

Mark:
Maybe you’ll see why when you stop escaping your pain at least now if you try Angel’s death won’t be in vain

Roger:
His death is in vain

Mark:
Are you insane? There’s so much to care about there’s me there’s Mimi

Roger:
Mimi’s got her baggage too

Mark:
So do you

Roger:
Who are you to tell me what I know. What to do

Mark:
A friend

Roger:
But who, Mark, are you? “Mark has got his work” they say “Mark lives for his work” and “Mark’s in love with his work” Mark
hides in his work

Mark:
From what?

Roger:
From facing your failure, facing your loneliness facing the fact you live a lie. Yes, you live a lie tell you why
you’re always preaching not to be numb when that’s how you thrive you pretend to create and observe when you really detach
from feeling alive

Mark:
Perhaps it’s because I’m the one of us to survive

Roger:
Poor baby

Mark:
Mimi still loves Roger

Is Roger really jealous or afraid that Mimi’s weak

Roger:
Mimi did look pale

Mark:
Mimi’s gotten thin
Mimi’s running out of time
Roger’s running out the door—

Roger:
No more! Oh no! I’ve gotta go.

Mark:
Hey! For someone who’s always been let down who’s heading out of town?

Roger:
For someone who longs for a community of his own, who’s with his camera, alone?
I’ll call. I hate the fall.

But nobody ever told me this!

And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the guy is called Mark and he’s a filmmaker.

My “Divine Shapes Theory ®” is only reinforcing itself!

Amor ordinem nescit,

M.M.Izidoro