The Elderly & The Lost

Western society has this spleen with getting old or dying by negating the obvious eternal ending or transition of one’s self into a holistic entirety. Usually the most obvious approach is through clutching on adolescence like some rich girl at her gucci bag she got for her sweet sixteen.

And while I write this (or better put, after returning from dinner) I hear about the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman and it doesn’t make sense but at the same time I just watch him play or see some photographs of him and I can see pain & agony in his eyes besides glimpses of this unique dark, subtle and brilliant humour of his (solely my subjective perception – I do not know Mr. Hoffman on any more personal level than through his performances).

I feel truly sorry for his family that survives his death, the reasons that made the transition conclusive and I am sorry for all of us and for the loss of such a charismatic human being, able of incarnating himself into so many different characters by studying their mimics, their being and their way of living like no-body else. He connected his unique perception to so many roles and even though I did not know him, I know that one has to have a lot of compassion and love inside oneself for being able to perform in such a unique way.

Panem lost the mastermind of the forthcoming revolution, cinematography an affectionate and sincere comedian and our small world a good human being. May you rest In peace Mr. Hoffman.