Last weeked I went to see Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone accompanied by a live orchestra. I love Harry Potter, like, love Harry Potter but I was a little skeptical as we walked into the gigantic theater with HP fanatics surrounding me. Over the past few years I've barely had time to nurse my Netflix addiction, much less my reading addiction. With that has come the fear that my love of reading, something that used to define me, had dimished.
Man was I wrong.
The first thing that caught my eye when we sat down was the first chair violinist. Her hair was a bright magenta color which immediately threw me off. My initial, extremely intelligent thought was, "man, she's probably cool." The lights in the theater signaled that the show was about to begin and the theater dimmed and hushed. The orchestra shuffled for a moment and at the stroke of my new magenta-haired idol's bow, they did the thing. I'm not sure what its called, but I know you know what I'm talking about. I love it when the orchestra does that, completely in unison. It never fails to give me goose bumps. Over the next three hours I sat in amazment at both the movie and the parts of it I'd never seen before, and the orchestra and how it actually sounded just like the movie. It was amazing, and several times I forgot it was an orchestra, they were simply another piece of the film, perfect and polished.
The minute the lights came up I turned to my mom and asked, "do you know where our copy of The Sorcerer's Stone is?"
I'm currently sitting in a joint coffee and bagel shop watching as people walk by outside. I feel very much like a teenager in a movie. In just a moment my best friend will swoop in and sit down on front of me and fill me in on what I've missed – what have I missed, you ask? I don't know, just go with it, I'm narrating right now. Next, we'll jump up and run to my car, laughing, and speed onto the next plot point.
I think the title speaks perfectly to the topic of this blog. Basically it will be about anything, you'll just hear about it from my perspective. Let me leave you with this:
I happened upon this quasai definition maybe a few months ago,
sonder - n. that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own
I think this is what happens when I hear, read, or watch something. It's suddenly as though little stars of thought dot a character's mind and ideas like planets that are suspended throughout are suddenly visable. I've probably even gotten that realization from someone else having that realization and sharing it. In any case, I think I'd like this blog to be an exploration of sonder, fictional and non-fictional, however you take that.