to honor the recent death of Charlton Heston, tonight i watched my favorite movie with him in it -- 'Soylent Green'.
great film, very 1973; the kind of stuff i grew up on.
but the part comes with Edward G. Robinson 'going home', and the violins in Vivaldi's 'Spring' well up, and i always cry -- every time; doesn't matter that i've seen it fifty times, i always cry.
i guess it's part of what fiction is for: an emotional release.
when you need groceries, don't forget -- Tuesday Is Soylent Green Day!
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