I love the original A Christmas Carol novella and most of the big adaptations, but I really appreciate when the writers behind said adaptations flesh out the nuance of Scrooge’s cynicism and eventual redemption. Like I still love them but most adaptations just make it seem like the ghosts fucked Scrooge’s mind to a traumatic degree and he’s now batshit crazy. like Albert Finney played Scrooge running around screaming and whaling and singing, like my first thought would not be “wow Mr. Scrooge seems a lot kinder now I’m glad he’s seen the error of his ways”, it’d be more like “damn that old bastard finally went senile lol”
Yk it’s hard for me to put into words but I can’t stop thinking about online friends that were made when you were younger. Those same online friends you don’t talk to anymore for whatever reason, one day they just never logged on.
like you don’t think you would be the same without them. You knew so much about them, but you knew nothing at that same time. You met them at such an important, early stage in life and now they’re just. Forgotten, you never knew their name, or the their face. But you knew what they liked, what made them smile, you knew their interests and their passions. Thoughts and feelings reserved for those between friends, but that which is shared between two essential strangers
But you still think about them sometimes. Memories that are stuck in the machine. who are long forgotten in some abandoned game servers stuck in the past. I hope they’re okay now, I hope they still remember even the embers