The Matrix Trilogy (1999-2003)

Reloaded was the only one I was pretty certain of seeing prior, so I didn’t exactly have fuzzy-wuzzy “my mind is blown” memories of this film. I was in fifth grade and more into Harry Potter. In some ways, things might not be too different.

I ended up watching all three yesterday / this morning because the first one was so good. (Yup, you’ll have to make do with a sum-up like that. The heavens are beating down this morning and I actually have a required time-in at one of my gigs today). I still sort-of like the second. I hate the last one, in the way that it’s no use with the first two (sad face). So my fan-girling began and ended within a 24-hour span, before I even had time to think of all the wonderful simulacra-and-simulation references it had. The first time we were discussing Baudrillard’s mid-80s ravings in college it was an 8am class and I was listening in only with mild interest. We watched 2046. My light bulb moment takes light-years to happen (more literally years I’m afraid). I’m back in school, indeed, for a proper reason.

Anyway, let’s go back to my mind in the proper hour right after I finished the first one. I loved it because when questions are asked the right way, they don’t need specific answers. I wanted to hop on to bed right away and let my subconscious take over. The other night, I dreamed of a motherly woman who was blue and a raging brown river which I was somehow padding through via raft which somehow flowed out

to a freeway complete with huge-ass truck cutting through the lanes. I woke up with a heavy heart. I think I was chasing after something. I think I’m watching too much Hollywood for my own good.

TLDR again. Running late. Oh this rain. xp

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