by NotPhil

It strikes me as I happen upon St. Elmo’s Fire, the 1985 coming-of-age picture: They lived in a world that doesn’t exist anymore. I notice things that just wouldn’t happen today. Jules sits in a bar stirring her drink with a plastic straw, thinking about her life. Kevin and Kirby have a long exchange in their apartment about life and love. Billy is uninterrupted when he swoops in with the makeshift blowtorch to rescue Jules from her self-imposed drama. I am reminded of a time where the daily human experience was not hijacked by a handheld device. Because today we are like children with a new toy, so easily distracted by blinking lights, simple tunes and buzzing sounds; possessed by a new world order that presumes constant interruption and fosters mutual intrusion.