The Glass Woman

"Amelie" is a movie near and embodied by my heart. Today I had a revelation about my future, and I am not too keen on its results. If you've never seen the movie, then further reading of this post would be futile, and I most certainly discourage it. You have been cautioned of wasted time.

The Glass Man is one of the most important characters in the movie, in my opinion, and it is not simply because my revelation was of the correlation between us two. You would remember that The Glass Man is so fragile that even a handshake would cripple his fingers, and he has painted the same painting every year for the past twenty years. 

I have painted the same painting FOUR TIMES this year already. I reckoned that if I keep this up until I am thirty, simple math would indicate that I will have forty fine birthday presents to give, given that I will have forty as equally deserving friends. Perhaps the more deserving will receive a set of three paintings (I still have to work out those details). But, I could be one of those people who hoards the identical paintings in a forgotten, musty closet, or then again displays all of them on one wall. 

And wouldn't you like to know what I've been painting!