the sound of inevitability
12:32 on Wednesday, May 14, 2003 • 2 responses
For some very strange reason, imagery from the first Matrix movie has been a recurring theme in my daydreams of late. The scene in the hotel where Morpheus offers Neo the red pill or the blue pill has been a rather prevalent one the last few days.
I obsess over recurring images. It’s fascinating that these images work their way into my unconscious-consciousness. At their most distracting, my eyes will be scanning lines of text in a book as if I were reading, my hands will even turn pages, but in actuality my mind isn’t seeing text. It’s looping a scene from a film or an event from the day before or a chorus from a song. Obviously I find these moments pretty detrimental when it comes to actually getting work done, but I’m always amazed by the fact that even very insignificant or short events encode a universe of detail in memory.
So I’ve been thinking a lot about these red pills and blue pills. I recall a scene in which Morpheus has them in his palms, offering them to Neo. The left lens of Morpheus’ pince-nez mirrored sunglasses has a reflection of one pill, the right lens the other. It’s a brilliant shot, and other than perhaps the reflection in the bent spoon later in the film (and, admittedly, scenes involving vinyl-clad Trinity), it’s the image I remember most from The Matrix.
Yesterday, while thinking about these pills, I realized something very disturbing. They look like designer suppositories. And now I’ll never be able to watch that scene again.
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