The Madness of Fury Road
This is it.
This is my final year at the University of Washington. It feels surreal to consider the sheer quantity of time and events that have passed since I first set out on this journey. This all the more so because in some twist of fate, I find myself sitting in front of my laptop writing this post in the exact same outfit I wore when I booted up the laptop for the first time after purchasing it in anticipation for college. As such, there is even a physical manifestation of the feeling that no time has passed at all. Yet, then I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the laptop's screen, and I see that the clothes do not fit quite like they used to. I can dress it up however I like, but even I cannot deny that time has carried me from some place I will never return.
This is my final year at the University of Washington. It feels surreal to consider the sheer quantity of time and events that have passed since I first set out on this journey. This all the more so because in some twist of fate, I find myself sitting in front of my laptop writing this post in the exact same outfit I wore when I booted up the laptop for the first time after purchasing it in anticipation for college. As such, there is even a physical manifestation of the feeling that no time has passed at all. Yet, then I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the laptop's screen, and I see that the clothes do not fit quite like they used to. I can dress it up however I like, but even I cannot deny that time has carried me from some place I will never return.
Make no mistake: I do not lament this loss of time past. If anything, looking back only instills me with greater excitement for the road ahead. Time and I will continue surging forward along the madness of this furious road called life.
Autumn 2015 has certainly been as frenetic, bombastic, and thrilling as the film to which I allude, the most masterful piece of cinema to have graced the screen this year: George Miller's "Mad Max: Fury Road". Like the film, Autumn 2015/Senior Year was long-coming, but when it arrived its impact was so visceral and jarring it felt unprecedented. However, it was a very welcome surprise, for the film and my Autumn quarter experience was characterized by a buoyant sense of joy that stemmed from the sheer pandemonium of a million things happening at once. I have expressed in the past that I am no longer the passive participant in my life I once was, now taking advantage of every opportunity presented to me. I may have taken that a little too far, as you may notice that the tab for Autumn 2015 is packed with more entries that many of my previous quarters combined.
I absolutely loved this. There was not a single day that a moment of idleness made an appearance; it was always running from one task to the next, relentlessly. Rather than running out of fuel, this only seemed to invigorate me. I invite you now to look at all the events that transpired on Fury Road, that had me at the end of the road (of both the film and the quarter) screaming at the top of my lungs:
Autumn 2015 has certainly been as frenetic, bombastic, and thrilling as the film to which I allude, the most masterful piece of cinema to have graced the screen this year: George Miller's "Mad Max: Fury Road". Like the film, Autumn 2015/Senior Year was long-coming, but when it arrived its impact was so visceral and jarring it felt unprecedented. However, it was a very welcome surprise, for the film and my Autumn quarter experience was characterized by a buoyant sense of joy that stemmed from the sheer pandemonium of a million things happening at once. I have expressed in the past that I am no longer the passive participant in my life I once was, now taking advantage of every opportunity presented to me. I may have taken that a little too far, as you may notice that the tab for Autumn 2015 is packed with more entries that many of my previous quarters combined.
I absolutely loved this. There was not a single day that a moment of idleness made an appearance; it was always running from one task to the next, relentlessly. Rather than running out of fuel, this only seemed to invigorate me. I invite you now to look at all the events that transpired on Fury Road, that had me at the end of the road (of both the film and the quarter) screaming at the top of my lungs: