Premiere Magazine has Keanu on the cover and a very scintillating article of him in it, with praises and weigh-in’s from various people he’s worked with. Just getting the magazine from the mail box, I almost stopped right there on the street to read it, I had to stop myself after five minutes of perusing the magazine in broad daylight, to think, “This man, what are you doing to me. It’s 2005, why am I still obsessed?”
He is like my demi-god, the one that makes me stop, makes it seem pointless and then, it stops and makes sense all over again, like an aged wine, that you continuously sip, like the resuscitator, the instigator, the reverberation, the muse, and the object that I use to make me sail, and think and write, and create and wish that this was another time, and in that time, maybe there would be a cure for my obsession, for now, this is it. It’s 2005; do you know where your obsession is? I do. He hits theaters in February.
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