Clouds in my Coffee

People are far too concerned with the private lives of celebrities. Agreed.

And yet, they're famous and generally pretty. There's something magnetic about fame, which makes them even prettier. And they generally date each other, and that gets in the press, and people like to project their own issues onto these celebrity lives. Their real lives become another long-form narrative for the public to identify with. Choosing sides in a breakup. Selecting their own celebrity avatars. Someone is cast as the villain.

It's hard to be above it. It's human nature to wonder. But you can never really know what happens between two people. Even people you know. Couples. Friends. You can't really know what kind of relationship they have when the doors are closed...

There's a newer phenomenon of ordinary people creating publicity stunts to proactively claim their Warhol-mandated 15 minutes. And there are also the sad people in limbo, halfway between anonymous and known, who THINK they're known and worth knowing.

I miss the 80s. I wish you could visit an era. Like some sort of time-traveling Disney World.

Anybody here grow up in an arcade? Back when they still had arcades.

Chasing Ghosts: Beyond the Arcade. I want to see this documentary.