I love this post so much
my hand slipped
with their new hit song, “Randomly Searching 4 U”
I am re-reblogging just because that was so good
I think this one’s an Always Reblog, because the picture, the illustration, and the song title are just too damn perfect together.
Well, a character in a novel saying that something is a metaphor is not the same thing as the author of the novel saying that it’s a metaphor. Gus’s intellectual grasp often exceeds his reach (he calls a monologue a soliloquy, and misuses quite a few of the bigger words in his vocabulary). But I do think the cigarette is a metaphor, albeit a different one for us than it is for him.
Gus’s idea is that the cigarette is a metaphor for illness, and he keeps it unlit and in his mouth as an expression of his power over illness. “You put the killing thing between your teeth but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.” Gus’s thinking here is that HE has the power. This is why he tends to use the cigarette when he’s feeling nervous or powerless. (He’s also using the most famous commercially available carcinogen to make this statement, so obviously there’s a connection there in his mind: Humans can prevent cancer by not smoking; cancer is something we can have power over; your job is not to give cancer the power to kill you; etc.)
But of course Gus is wrong about all of this, or at least almost all of it. You may have SOME control over whether you die of cancer (you can choose not to smoke), but in most cases humans don’t have control over illness. “You don’t give it the power to do its killing” imagines more agency over illness than we actually have, because in the end much of the fault is in the stars, not in ourselves. So to us, the unlit cigarette is a metaphor for our false perception of control, and our urgent need to feel in control. It’s no coincidence, then, that when Gus’s life is spiraling out of control and he finds himself powerless before fate, he tries (and fails) to buy cigarettes.
adam young’s Instagram is a spiritual journey
You’re okay, Anna. I’ve got you.
#if you aren’t an older sibling#you probably don’t understand this feeling#it’s like from the day your little sibling is born#you have a child#you are given the responsibility of being a parent at such a young age#and it’s so difficult and scary#because you have all this work thrust upon you#and people don’t even realize they’re doing it#because you’re the big sibling and it’s your job to take care of your sibling#and you grow up quickly with a younger brother or sister#because in a way they’re an extension of you#they’re your best friend that you didn’t have to work to get#and the worst enemy you did nothing to deserve#but you love them#and they love you#and there’s nothing better#but there’s also nothing worse#because when you fuck up and derp and throw a goddamn soccer ball at their head#and they’re on the ground crying#you feel like the biggest piece of shit#and when they come to you crying#because someone was bullying them#you see nothing but red#how dare they cause your person pain#and god forbid they get into a position#where they are life-threateningly hurt#or sick#you have nothing and that’s not an exaggeration because you can’t fix them or protect them anymore#all you can do is hold them and cry when they can’t see you so you can be strong when they can
i read this out loud to my little sister and laughed for a really long time