One of the best things about this place called Margate is that sometimes the weather can best be described as ecstatic. That is today. Such wind. Many waves. Stained glass light. A kite surfer trying their luck out near the harbor. A seagull lazing circles around their kite string, showing them how it’s done.
In monthly news, it turns out that while some people name this month November, others have decided that it’s proper title be Noirvember. One of my favorite noir films is a film called The Night of the Hunter. It stars Robert Mitchum and a terrifically impressive amount of psychological terror. It’s also one of my favorite horror films. I think that if this film was a type of weather it would be that moment when the sky in Tennessee turns the color of a coming storm.
Lately, I started watching Long Way Up. It’s the third in what is now a trilogy of long-form documentaries which document the motorcycling about of Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman. Previously there was Long Way Round and Long Way Down. I used to watch these shows with my mom. She’s not here anymore but I feel like she’s watching this new adventure with me. I think we both had a crush on Ewan McGregor. I think we both enjoyed the mixture of chaos and camaraderie. I don’t know if we both believed in ghosts but probably people believe different things at different times and so there’s no telling where our paths crossed in faith. If Ewan McGregor was a type of weather he would have trouble I think continuing to act in films.
In other news, I drew this small comic after watching Dune.
Feel free to contact me if you need any help translating my handwriting.*
Happy Thursday, readers. Be the seagull.
*Well. Here’s what the first panel says, “Hooray! The desert! An emptiness in which I can find myself”