so I watched 2046 with BD today at the Sunshine Theaters. it wasn't what I was expecting, but I found myself engrossed by it anyway. the protagonist is a writer who churns out smutty science fiction. the time frame is the late 1960s. the setting is hong kong. he is a seriously damaged character, basically unwilling to let himself get attached to anyone, and even when he realizes what he's doing, he just lets it tragically go on anyway, resigning himself to eternal loneliness.

or maybe I'm just projecting.

anyway, in Old English, doom didn't have the negative connotation it does today. it was basically a synonym for fate, for destiny.

sometimes those are just cards you get dealt.

whatever happens, happens, even if it keeps happening fucking over and over again.