so i was watching the history channel last night, the discussion was about the universe.
there were several learned men, discussing cosmic decades and what age we were currently in, and how the stars will burn themselves out until there are only red dwarfs and maybe, just maybe, life (man?) will try to harness the faint remaining heat from these drawfs until they too die and black holes reign, long after the earth is burnt to cinders in the death throes of our sun.
it gave me an unsettling feeling. perhaps i just let things bother me that shouldn't, but still they do... the emptiness and ultimate meaninglessness of things. we search for something to hang onto, we dont want to miss out. i know this will be met perhaps blithely with bluff excalmations of "i dont search for anything and i dont need anything or i am fine" and "you are strange" well ok, maybe i am.
then i ran into this article about Lady Gaga, falling, her veneer ripped from her in the click of a papparazi's camera.
she had this to say, at least honestly:
Speaking about her avant-garde image, Lady Gaga admits in the interview: ‘When I wake up in the morning, I feel just like any other insecure 24-year-old girl, then I say, "... you're Lady Gaga, you get up and walk the walk today".’
So invested is she in her onstage persona, for the sake of her fans, Lady Gaga says she won't even hydrate during a performance.
‘I don't even drink water onstage in front of anybody, because I want them to focus on the fantasy of the music,’ she confessed.
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz...#ixzz0rm2Egu9M
it just all seemed to fit together, the vast unfeeling universe, the finality of its destruction, and Lady Gaga owning up to the fantasy she is.
we all to a greater or lesser extent present a fantasy to others, its the stuff of life, not merely just the showcases here.