Medieval

-I was driving today, as I passed a park, I saw a group of people in costume sword fighting in the park. In the darkness of the night, they were dueling and practicing dueling. The park lights shining off of their medieval garb, swords clinking and bouncing off trees. An odd juxtaposition, as trucks passed by, their red brake lights emanating an ominous glow. I got off and turned on my mini dv cam (I haven’t named her yet). Watching the make believe Camelot in the park, I started thinking about imaginary living. The words from a film come to mind, “dreams are what make life bearable.” (Rudy) And here I was watching a make believe reality.
I overheard one of the suited men talking to a woman who was practicing swinging a sword at a tree. He went on about how, “in each Kingdom, it is a courtesy to request to fight royalty.” His own world. “Some say you should wait until you’re good, but it’s your right, your privilege to fight the king,” he finished with something to that effect.
I can’t but start thinking about the things that we fill the moments of life with and how so often many of these include indulging in some made up reality. Becoming passionate about Narnia, a galaxy far far away, the struggle for middle earth, video games-like the Sims, or some medieval recreation.
This concatenation of thoughts led me to thinking about the story idea I’ve been toying with for a long time now, Messages. I started thinking about Jake, and how much of myself is represented by that character, and how disillusioned that makes me. No epiphany here, just thought. Film is a part of me, whether hobby or livelihood…it is my dream, which makes my life bearable.