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Posted by on Nov 30, 2012 in Uncategorized | 9 comments

Living Dead (2011)

Before you rent that zombie film, take a good look around you, because we’re everywhere. We are the living dead. We smile, we walk, we talk, we work, but we no longer feel. Our desires are just muted, indiscernible shades of gray; and our actions are limited to the bare minimum necessary to survive. We live because dying takes effort; because action takes passion, desire, and resolve. But we have none. We’re merely treading the path of least resistance.

Some of us hide it better than others. Some of us keep our death a secret. Others no longer care — we skulk surreptitiously through public venues, and our only relief comes when we’re completely alone, sleeping through life.

Some of us remember being alive. We remember the allure of temptation, the selfish innocence of love, the overwhelming intoxication of lust, the pain of unrequited desire, the needless caress of luxury, the beauty of newness, the magic of music, the elegance of math, the mystery of art, the first taste of ice cream.  Some of us want to forget.  Some of us already have.

We are the living dead. Don’t ask how we died. You already know.

  • Nicely written, Maria.

  • Do another one, but this time make it about Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.

    • bluharmony

      You asked for it, and you shall have it.

  • Tell me, Maria, if perhaps your father, or grandfather, is Gene Maltev, who moved to Settle from San Francisco years ago, whose mother was Sara, whose younger brother Demitri was born in Harbin, China? Maybe we have something more in common than critical thinking?

    • bluharmony

      I really don’t know very much about my family, especially on my father’s side. I’ve only met him once as a child; my parents divorced when I was just a baby. And I don’t have any living relatives that I know of, other than my mum, who recently had a stroke. Oh, I have a half-sister I’ve never met; she lives in France. 🙂

      • TXS for the update. I seem unable to find/trace any relatives in this country, and with both my parents dead, there’s no one to ask (they were never very forthcoming, anyway). My maiden name was Fortakoff… born in 1930 in SF…Maltsev would have been my aunt/uncle, and cousins – Lida, and brother Gene – who I heard moved eventually to Seattle. My parents, too, divorced when I was 3, and my dad wasn’t part of my life until a few years before he died. I’m guessing your mom is unable to communicate… So, anyway, my apologies, i.e. maybe we aren’t related, except as all of us are in the genetic sense.

        Keep on.

  • An Ardent Skeptic

    Ever listened to Alan Parsons “Oh, Life”, Maria. It’s the song I relate to most because I have stood on that brink more times than is healthy.

    • bluharmony

      No, I’ll do that right now. It’s interesting how some people can immediately relate to this. I love your comments on this blog (and on others) so much. And I love your approach to skepticism.

      • An Ardent Skeptic

        Maria, I would very much like to give you a word of advice because I’ve been there.

        Most people lack introspection and empathy, the two human traits we should value the most. You’re not one of those people. You are very empathic and very introspective, and it shows. I know others who think you have taken the wrong side in the sexism debate don’t agree and choose to portray you as a bad or sick person. They are wrong!

        What makes you speak out against their rubbish is because you see their hypocrisy. They demand empathy and introspection from others but exhibit absolutely none themselves.

        It is very difficult to take abuse and rise above it. My advice is try as hard as you can to do so. Step back and argue your case at a high level (you often do so). If people try to make it personal don’t engage. And, the most difficult advice to take…don’t let the bad opinion of yourself from people for whom you have no respect eat away at you. Their opinion is of absolutely no value!