Watch the film King Kong, I sat with my face pressed against the tissue, screaming hysterically and feel deeply for these giant gorilla. Suddenly, the idea emerged to my death in my head. Slightly morbid and sad, I admit. Of course, the fact that I was crying like a baby (with nowhere to go) on a Saturday afternoon, most likely will not make things better.
When I was a little rested and recovered with a certain degree my emotional balance, the death of King stayed with me. People always have the idea that death is sad or morbid, so it inappropriate to talk in a social context. Of course this could be to do with fear of the unknown.
The film was completed and progress made in the afternoon, but I wondered about this gorilla to die alone at the top of this obsession with the construction and ready for the love of his life. Kong was obviously very poorly understood and the more I’m more angry and frustrated I was thinking about the people and the hysterical overreaction by the police. I was really in very, very personally. » Read more: King Kong and I and Why We Believe That Cremation Is Best
