Remembering’s dangerous. I find the past such a worrying, anxious place. ‘The past tense,’ I suppose you’d call it. HA HA HA.
Memory’s so treacherous. One moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant child-hood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all the sentimental candy-floss… The next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go…
…Somewhere dark and cold filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes of things you’d hoped were forgotten. Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes. Like children I suppose. HAHA.
But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is based upon. If we can’t face them, we deny reason itself! Although why not? We aren’t contractually tied down to rationality! There is no sanity clause!
So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of though, heading for places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there is always madness. Madness is the emergency exit…
You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away… Forever.
Batman: The Killing Joke
Brian Bolland Art and Colors
The first time I watched DARK KNIGHT, and saw the Joker in the nurse outfit, KILL BILL was the first thing that popped into my head. I’m glad that I wasn’t the only one.