This monologue is hard to classify. Masterpiece, while accurate, is too broad. Stream of consciousness is apt to a point because the consciousness in question is acutely aware of SO MUCH; it's less a stream and more a flash flood. A hurricane of time leveling a landscape, ending in a beautiful, placid eye.
Line by line, thought by thought, word by word, it's elegant jazz. Cameron captures decades of life in a singular moment, all of it urgent, critical, catastrophic, with nothing to be done. The elegiac notes it ends on are simple, true to life, tragic, and unspeakably beautiful.
This monologue is hard to classify. Masterpiece, while accurate, is too broad. Stream of consciousness is apt to a point because the consciousness in question is acutely aware of SO MUCH; it's less a stream and more a flash flood. A hurricane of time leveling a landscape, ending in a beautiful, placid eye.
Line by line, thought by thought, word by word, it's elegant jazz. Cameron captures decades of life in a singular moment, all of it urgent, critical, catastrophic, with nothing to be done. The elegiac notes it ends on are simple, true to life, tragic, and unspeakably beautiful.