Over the past number of months of my absence from the web, I couldn't help but to think about how much I missed writing. I wanted to get back to it, only to have all my concentration have a laser focus on moving myself towards productive future that unfortunately forced me to have little, to no, internet presence. Other to check important, job related email, I rarely got on the net.
However, one thing that has never ceased is my love of the dark and dreary. Ever since I was young, I've always had the mindset of taking comfort in the growing gloom of Autumn, and the cold, wet days of Winter/Spring. I've always had a love of the dark atmospherics growing up. Not only were those interests tied up in the weather, but also in my artistic interests such as film, music, and literature as this blog exemplifies, to the point where I believe I can easily consider myself as a member of the Gothic subculture because of it (even though I don't really consider this blog a 'goth' blog, as I review things that aren't typically 'goth').
Now, what exactly draws me to being drawn to such things? In a way, the answer is somewhat abstract, but I'll try and answer that question the best way I possibly can, from my own perspective. The easiest way to explain it is that not only does the dark and dreary always seemed to contain a sense of mystery to it, but the strange and weird always seemed fascinating. An interest in which is unknown to us is ultimately the central part of it. Interest in what our eyes can't see, as well as what we can see.
Finding beauty and an enduring interest in what people typically find odd and a bit macabre, embracing and enjoying it. Take The Addams Family, for example (ok, maybe an over used example, but over used for a reason), which shows that it's ok to love the macabre and strange, and just because you do, doesn't mean you're a bad person. Sure, the characters were considered odd and rather scary, but they were ultimately good people who just loved things that were different. They never went around wishing pain, suffering and death to others, or moped around about how much they'redepressed, they just enjoyed the oddities and mysteries hidden in darkness.
I'll use the film Dark City (which I previously reviewed, as you can read here) to help explain this. Throughout the film, the main character, John Murdoch, is exploring a city that is stuck in eternal night, and he is searching for a place called Shell Beach. Whenever Murdoch asks for directions, people seem remember being there, but are completely unable to remember how to get there, and every time Shell Beach seems to be within grasp, we only find that the darkness has once again hidden our path towards the truth.
What makes us want to continue watching is the fact that the seemingly further we get from Shell Beach, the more intriguing this place becomes. The more the shadows overwhelm the plights of our main character, the more we want to learn what is happening and what's causing this. The more we see of the sadness that seems to overwhelm the people around Murdoch, the more we want to know how they became that way. And we may not entirely get all of the answers, leaving some aspects of the story to our own imaginations.
And that's why I love things that are of the darker persuasion, the beauty in what lies behind the grey clouds and and within the shadows. Taking comfort in a world that is filled with things we don't know, and the wanting to pursue them. Finding things that are uniquely strange to be captivating and beautiful.