Looking For A Light

Whether we romanticize it or not there is a significance possibility for terms of wonder to be applied to childhood. The marvel of matters and work, not only for our benefit but in constant concert - pegged to the ideals we are often spoon fed or otherwise lap up ourselves to replace the miasma of fear which cloaks our dreams and middle of the night cries. much like Proust's point of departure, I find interest in that magic lantern, though I hardly busy myself to return to such. I read The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick yesterday. It isn't to wax maudlin but i found myself astonished, not simply with illustrations but the idea of precocious child divested of his dreams by tragedy and left through hardship to a cocoon of Emersonian Independence. It was the best of Hugo laced with the stills from 400 Blows and Pickpocket. Compared to such, Shadow of the Wind is a blithe figurine for Babbit's curio cabinet.