when brian dies in barry lyndon it is really sad

hi blog my nose hurts today. is this normal.
i am illlllll boo.\ and i have not written my essa y, o no.

but anyway today i decided that shadows are strange things, following you around everywhere. they prove that you exist - which is good, perhaps. but it's funny that proof of your material existence comes from a patch of darkness which is not actually you.


i decided this whilst watching two men walking under the streetlamps, their shadows* lengthening and fattening from their feet as they made their way. the stretching shadow-men made me feel like there were four people walking there. how do we know that our shadows aren't what we are, and our bodies our shadows, i am thinking.