"Everything dissolves in meaninglessness when you think about the fact that impermanence is really the real thing. Perhaps the greatest existential bummer of all is entropy.
And I was really struck by this because perhaps that’s why when we’re in love, we’re also kind of sad, there’s a sadness to the ecstasy. Beautiful things can sometimes make us sad, because what they hint at is the exception, a vision of something more, a vision of a hidden door, a rabbit hole to fall through, but a temporary one. But I think ultimately, that is kind of the tragedy. That is why love simultaneously fills us with melancholy. That’s why sometimes I feel nostalgic over something that hasn’t been lost yet, because I see its transience.
So how does one respond to this? Do we love harder, do we squeeze tighter, or do we embrace the buddhist creed of no attachment? Do we pretend not to care that everything and everyone we know is going to be taken away from us. And I don’t know if I can accept that. I think I would side with Dylan Thomas’s quote that says I will not go quietly into that good night, but instead rage against the dying of the light. I think that we defy entropy and impermanence with our films, and our poems. I think we hold onto each other a little harder and say I will not let go. I do not accept the ephemeral nature of this moment. I am going to extend it forever. Or at least I’m going to try.”