The word metaphor hit me while watching Il Postino (The Postman), a 1997 movie that shows poet Pablo Neruda, living in exile, teaching a simple mail carrier about poetry and Metaphor. Its a love story with cinematic brilliance
Lately, however, the world itself feels like a metaphor for world events unfolding as if power has decided to speak only in the language of inevitability, extraction, and dominance.
The world has gone insane, or a Historic vicious cycle is being repeated every 75-150 years... the pattern is the same in history, though the radius of the cycle time is not exact.
With dramatic scenes and news coming from all corners of the world (Venezuela, US, Middle East, Asia), the face and form of Daniel Day-Lewis, the oil digger from There Will Be Blood, no longer feel fictional.
At the height of his power, he declares:
“I am the third revelation.”
As if history, faith, and morality have all culminated in him.
Hope the ending has a similar pattern
The old digger seen standing alone in the ruins of his triumph, he says:
“I’m finished.”
Perhaps that is the final metaphor of our times —
that when power replaces purpose,
when extraction replaces empathy,
the end doesn’t come as collapse…
It comes as emptiness.
Thankfully, no one can say that Venezuela influenced Marish , my just-finished novel.in Assamese
