Where Are the Ballads of the Ice Dancers
Those who brave to conquer madness
They don’t make movies about meth addicts
Every time there’s an addict on the screen it’s them doing some opioid
I suppose it’s easier to empathize with the heroin user
Everyone’s tired, everyone longs to drift off
Be free from themselves for a while
But who would want to stay awake for days on end
Who would want to elude the one true escape we’re offered in this life
And instead,
Intentionally induce panic
Delirium
Paranoia
Punching holes in walls because they’re convinced their apartment is bugged
Quickly jerking their heads left and right at the flashes of shadowed silhouettes of people that flash into the eye’s periphery
Missing work because they finally finished masturbating four hours after their shift was supposed to start
There’s a “heroin chic” amongst certain youth
But notably, “meth chic” has not caught on as well
It’s the ennui which draws the masses to the heroin addict
It creates mystery,intrigue, a mythology
Silent people, in constant seek of rest
But a man rocking back and forth on the sidewalk tearing scabs from his face
There’s just no sensuality in that
The meth addict chooses to become a beast
They choose chaos over rest
They find reprieve in madness
It’s a hard mentality to put on camera
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Good point. I never saw the appeal. But I’m living with someone dealing with intermittent use and now withdrawal.