Showing posts with label winona ryder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winona ryder. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 26, 2025
Wednesday, November 6, 2024
Friday Night Double Features Vol. 47
by Adam Riske and Patrick Bromley
New double features to be thankful for when you carve your turkeys.Friday, September 6, 2024
Wednesday, May 10, 2023
Monday, October 26, 2020
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Friday, September 20, 2019
Monday, September 10, 2018
Friday, August 31, 2018
Thursday, May 24, 2018
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Night on Earth: In the Company of Strangers
by Cass Cannon
Street lamps cut through the interior of your car in 60 mile an hour flashes. In the strobing glow, your pupils dilate, you relax, and your more rigid social barriers soften. Growing up, this is where I had the most intimate conversations with my parents. I came out to my dad in a grocery store parking lot as Vermont snow fell, casting a weird yellow light on everything. I drove with my mom cross country, listening to a blend of books on tape and her life story...the earned trust made me feel like an adult. For me, there’s nothing like this brand of vulnerability. The talks you can have with strangers on a cross continental night flight or the eagerness to share secrets in dimly lit bars simply isn’t possible during the day. Evening light has a magic way of setting the stage for honesty—the physical environments and company stay the same, but as the sun dips low, the world slips into a social twilight zone.
Street lamps cut through the interior of your car in 60 mile an hour flashes. In the strobing glow, your pupils dilate, you relax, and your more rigid social barriers soften. Growing up, this is where I had the most intimate conversations with my parents. I came out to my dad in a grocery store parking lot as Vermont snow fell, casting a weird yellow light on everything. I drove with my mom cross country, listening to a blend of books on tape and her life story...the earned trust made me feel like an adult. For me, there’s nothing like this brand of vulnerability. The talks you can have with strangers on a cross continental night flight or the eagerness to share secrets in dimly lit bars simply isn’t possible during the day. Evening light has a magic way of setting the stage for honesty—the physical environments and company stay the same, but as the sun dips low, the world slips into a social twilight zone.
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