I had a romantic notion about Twitter the other day.
Come on now, hear me out.
I was watching one of my favorite movies that I hadn’t seen in ages. Stealing Beauty.
This is my coming-of-age movie I’ve seen about a billion times. Bernardo Bertolucci directed it, and though it’s in English, it has all of the things that I love about foreign films.
Nakedness is celebrated, not shunned or exploited. It’s slow-paced, not action-packed. It’s peaceful, not violent. It’s artistic, not shallow.
The soundtrack is awesome—Billie Holiday, Portishead, Stevie Wonder, Nina Simone, and Hole somehow work seamlessly together.
The main character, a young American woman named Lucy, is on a journey of self-discovery. Liv Tyler plays the part masterfully, with depth and a quiet beauty.
She travels to Italy in the summer to stay in the countryside with some family friends, to wander around and have her portrait painted.
All of it’s gorgeous—the scenery, the people, the food and wine. There’s also some regular napping and weed smoking.
Sounds rough, I know.
Her deceased mother was a poet and Lucy is a writer as well. Being that I idolized this character a bit, I wonder if it influenced me to become a writer in some way. Perhaps.
She keeps a journal with her at all times, scribbling her youthful angst and woes. I even copied her journal, with an envelope glued inside of the cover to harbor pictures.
But Lucy doesn’t keep what she writes.
She tears the piece of paper out of her journal and either burns her thoughts over a candle or releases them into the wind.
It’s a lot of what I do now in this online writing world I live in, especially on Twitter. I write my thoughts and set them free, often forgetting they ever happened.
Sometimes my thoughts are caught by another and read. I am reminded of that thought, whether it was meaningful or not.
But I smile, because someone connected with a little piece of me.
Then, they let my thoughts go in the wind. They travel on to others, caught and read once more, or they disappear, never to be seen again.
I don’t know why I thought this, but I’m kind of in love with the idea.