I think these people are interesting to others because, well, they do in fact go as closely imaginable to the cliche characters who do tend to fill filmic storylines. The sad and depressed and utterly-unable-to-retrieve-themselves people. It’s an atrocious thing, really, I suppose, that we somehow get a kick out of witnessing such a thing. Now, not everyone of course, but I bet my bottom… Euro that most of us are far more drawn and, more-often-than-not, to the movies that fundamentally store at their heartbeat, at their foundation, that sense of difficulty and strife and all things.. decidedly unbalanced and distantly dishevelled. It puts your imagination both on a knife-edge AND, equally so, it manages to… sooth us. Why? Well, because nothing is perfect, except for the spelling of the word itself, of course 🤔, and if we were in fact shown only ever films with ‘perfect’ endings then I’m fairly certain we’d be far more prone to hurt across the board. I dunno. Just spouting out-loud as per (un)usual. Just stuff that’s been said a-thousand-times-a-million before. Just to inform myself and my scribbles going forward, is all. The outlandishly broken and irretrievable people. Yeah, those are the ones who really get my rhythm going, and that has nothing to do with poetic style of writing, etc. That’s, simply put, the rhythm, rather, of my imaginative mind