I loved Sigur Ros when they first broke the scene around 1999. I thought it was so beautiful, and angelic, and weirdly transcendent. I wondered what beautiful poetry was being sung in this mystical Icelandic language I did not speak. Then, I learned that it’s not Icelandic. It’s not anything. It’s a made up language that means nothing. It shouldn’t really bother me, but I felt like I had been tricked, and haven’t been able to get past it.
This Tamil movie called Chittha that I watched recently. It’s a heavy subject (child abduction, implied child SA, and more), and most of the people I know skipped the movie including my wife and my parents (The movie actually kind of bombed at the box office because of how many people skipped it), but it was a damn good movie. As a father of an 8yo myself, it was a sobering must watch for me that I probably would never watch again.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen coal burn, but you can find pieces of it along the abandoned railways and beaches in my area. We have a coal dock that’s been abandoned for 50 years and the ground is still black with coal dust
Edit: actually a scenic railroad in my area still has a coal fired steam locomotive so yes, I can say I’ve seen coal burn!
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