In the film world – families have warm and close interpersonal connections, or even people have such connections with friends. Lifelong friends who are there for you through thick and thin. In real life, family members are distant and indifferent, and perfectly okay with that. Funerals, memorials, and spreading of ashes are not that important, not that meaningful. Sometimes they don’t even happen. That’s how it played out in my family with my supposedly much-loved mother.
Apparently what I was told in literature class at the beginning is true, that people use art to create worlds we can experience that are an idealized escape from the real world. I never believed that. I thought art was about truth. But it’s about beauty, which often doesn’t exist in the real world because it gets trampled or ground up in a machine. In the real world things happen that I couldn’t have ever imagined.
Over the past couple years I have learned that:
- Someone may intentionally cross their property boundary over into Crown land and log 30-40 trees, gathering enough wood to heat a cabin for a year or more, possibly even selling the wood.
- Someone may, without authorization, introduce a fish species into a lake and then introduce its predator species two years later, hoping to fish that predator.
- And then there’s all those people who don’t keep their promises because their feelings changed.