If you don't, if you don't have the time... to stay up at night, and not a Friday night but a Thursday night. And watch an early Jim Jarmusch film and enjoy it, can you really say you live?
If space and time become so tight, that there is only the workday and then the weekend for everything else, and no loose time to be loose in, when do you catch the stuff that floats by?
Is the organised plan time scheduled thing the adult thing to do or just a lie because it's all surreal anyway. Underneath. Everywhere. And all structure is fake and false and inaccurate and inadequate anyway.
Anyway! This Jim Jarmusch film is quite interesting. Do film afficionados refer to him as Jim Jarmusch, or just Jarmusch? SBS is like the sole deliverer of non-pop culture on the teevee, but man I hate those erection ads where the two bald men pretend to play the piano with their penises. GROSS.
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