I am scared when people get lost. There are small mysteries that remain unsolved because their smallness gets swallowed up in the bigness of the grand mystery that life is. What is the point of looking for a couple of people when we don’t even know why we are here?
I want to look for them though. I want to find them. I don’t care how small the mystery is. I want to know. I want to know why and how.
My friend is making a film about these lost guys. There’s a trailer and everything.
Perhaps it’s not a disappearance with metaphysical causes and complications, but it could be. The point of vanishing, the last time seen, the last footage taken – these all seem like psychic crisis and blues clues.
Do you remember Leonard nimoy’s series from the 70s? I get scared thinking about it and I still can’t sleep over certain episodes and I haven’t seen it in 25 years. Even though the show featured ostensibly scarier scenarios like poltergeists and alien abductions, that old series “in search of” terrified me the most when they talked about missing people, their final acts, on planes flying above the Bermuda triangle.
There was a blurry, oddly composed photo of Amelia earhart, nose of a plane almost touching the nose of her face. There was something about it, the look on her handsome visage, lost already somehow, before the camera, before she was lost to the rest of the world. now I won’t be able to sleep tonight.