As long as he could see Jean’s guard drop and his eyes go soft at the edges. As long as he could talk to Jean about his problems openly and not have to worry about being judged. As long as Jean knew Jeremy would do the same. As long as he was with Jean then it would be worth it.
A story is true. A story is untrue. As time extends, it matters less and less. The stories we want to believe… those are the ones that survive, despite upheaval and transition and progress. Those are the stories that shape history. And then what does it matter if it was true when it was born? It’s found truth in its maturity, which if a virtue in man ought to be no less so for the things men create.
ok but real talk. one of my favourite things of watching Car Boys as it came out and seeing the “lore” unravel was talking about it! like, leaving behind all pretense and cringe and just having a good time making theories and discusing the supposed plot of a freaking car physics simulation game. the morality and motives of the “characters”, pieceing together the dimensions, the history behind the maps.
and i appreciate that so much about the boys. they just broke the game in increasingle inventive ways and talked about it until there was such a rich and deep background and it was full of comedy and horror and so! much! fun!
it was so easy to become invested, and i see now so many people were caught off guard by how emotional they got at the finale. because they made such a special thing. not just a fun series to take your mind off things (though that certainly helped) but an actual story. and we know they’re not really trapped in the time ring forever, but the personas they created are; in a eternal chase against the blob, floating through the void with only elton john and each other for company…
it’s bittersweet. but it was impressive to say the least. and i’m glad i got to experience it, that they chose to take this route and share the trip with us. and i know it’ll stay with me for some time :’)
With the six of us on this hill and the packed lake house behind us– I feel sentiments far beyond this sunrise, this morning, this moment. We filled an empty house. I’m thirty seven. Just yesterday I was twenty and meeting some of these people– people that i’d spend my life with, that’d become my home. Just yesterday I was twenty– still deeply and desperately in love with my best friend. I grew older. We all grew older. In a blink of an eyes, our children will grow old too. And i’ll think: just yesterday they were twenty. Headed for college. Falling in love. Memories will flood behind us, the lake house no longer filled to the brim. As quiet as the moment we first walked in– and we’ll sit on this hill. Feeling the stillness that exists. And then we end– we end where we started. Just us. All six of us.