Tonight I watched Blade Runner, the sci-fi classic and E-Ticket ride through metaphysics & epistemology. This was the ‘Final Cut’ version I hadn’t before seen. I couldn’t figure out what was different about the sound track until I realized I was also hearing the wind chime on my front porch. The chime had been quiet until recently, when I rehabilitated it by adding a shiny hard-disk platter as a wind-catcher.
The irony was hard to ignore: a metal disk comprising thousands of visions, thoughts, and memories–unverifiable except for the seemingly disorganized notes it beat through the screen door.
There might be a strange Cartesian circle somewhere here to consider. Just as likely, there is a good ghost story, which would be easier to write. Maybe Stephen King is just a frustrated existentialist.
Sept. 4, 2011