The oldest and most persistent archetypes gnaw at us. We whiskered and well fed citizens of the twenty-first century like to think ourselves beyond their grasp, but even the most modern of the post-modernists are no more than a couple of timid half steps removed from the hairy beast-man ancestor endeavoring to make sense of thunder and lightning. We are sojourners, and though we are as far up the mountain as the twenty-first century we are wearing the same scuffed boots with which we had been outfitted.
Published by Michael Sean Erickson
I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture. View more posts