"A fortress, steep and mighty, that none may penetrate" -- Paul Simon
"The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secret elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places so that people won't bother me." -- Greta Garbo
"Mothers are all slightly insane." -- J. D. Salinger
"Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain." -- Wizard of Oz
"I suppose he had a private sort of greatness, but he kept it to himself." -- Jedediah Leland
"I'm disappearing, avoiding most things." -- Syd Barrett
"It's crazy how you can get yourself in a mess sometimes and not even be able to think about it with any sense and yet not be able to think about anything else." --Stanley Kubrick
"Terror made me cruel." -- Emily Bronte
"The horror not to be surveyed, but skirted in the dark. With consciousness suspended and being under lock" -- Emily Dickinson
I don't know what to do really, except throw quotes, like spaghetti, at The Wall and see if anything sticks. I hurl them while watching the scenes play out. Pasta quotes aren't particularly forceful, but it's better I throw words than furniture around. Agitation and despair mix, as I try and make sense of this movie and the only thing reassuring is I'm gathering all these songs I've heard along the way and am finally finding their correct place and purpose. Unfracturing a fractured story is saying something!
I could talk about how we inherit building materials and pick up so many more along the way, enough so we all could be expert masons, if we really wanted to. Or I could ask, what keeps us from imploding, or what pulls us out of self imposed isolation? But instead, I'll take a cue from the diminutive clean up crew at the end of the film and throw one more strand up and see if it has sticking power, "Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main." -- John Dunne. To forget this is at the risk of peril, both personally and globally.