Then what can we all say? That the movies ruin us? Movies, poetry, prose...dreams. We are spoiled by the romanticism in our spirits, and depressed by the lack of it elsewhere. Wanting so badly to be a part of something just a tiny bit beautiful, and yet knowing that it's damned near impossible, and damned near empty. Oh, the absurdity! The realistic world is prone to be devoid of meaning. So, we make it up. Good luck. Give three cheers to false romantic ideals! (Hip Hip Hooray!!) May we all paint still life, and be happy living still. -jared