I might watch The Banshees of Inisherin tonight.
No great writing news there. But, there is this thought.
I was told the plot of the film, by a friend who knows I don't mind spoilers, after I told him a story. I told him about a man I know who, for the past thirty years has been having an awful time - according to him! He lives a comfortable life, but, every time you ask him how he is, he will catalogue a list of complaints that will easily take up the next half hour.
It got so bad, and so predictable, that there came a time when I stopped asking him how he was.
It's a remarkably difficult thing to do. It's so ingrained in us. And I could see him struggle with the awkwardness of it - before telling me how he was anyway.
It seems that in Banshees, someone does something similar. Something different.
Someone doing something different, and someone else dealing with it, or uncovering it, or resisting it, or being confused or entertained by it... I hink that might be the basis of most of the stories we tell.
Think of the little, habitual, expected, things we do. The social glue. The routine.
And change something.
See what happens.
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