Kills me when people say they post for themselves, as if they can’t just go on their camera roll and see the pic “for themselves”. We’re inherently social creatures, we go mad in prolonged isolation, we crave attention and validation. It’s okay to just own that, it’s human even
Duncan Trussell recorded this conversation with his mother while she was facing terminal cancer.
What you’re hearing isn’t scripted. It isn’t performed. It’s a son sitting with his dying mother trying to hold onto every word before the words run out.
And she, the one facing the end, is the one doing the comforting.
That is what makes these conversations so extraordinary. Not the wisdom itself, as profound as it is. But who it’s coming from. A woman who had every reason to be consumed by her own fear choosing instead to spend what little time remained helping her son understand how to live without her.
These recordings became the heart of The Midnight Gospel. And I always go back to watch it again.
They remain some of the most honest conversations about death, love and what it means to be human ever put on screen…
If I say, "ketchup is the worst," that's just an opinion.
If I say, "people who like ketchup are idiots," that's bullying.
If I say, "because I don't like ketchup, no one should be allowed to have it," that's oppression.
If I say, "people who eat ketchup are dangerous and must be controlled," that's racism, bigotry, and fascism.
If I say, "anyone who defends ketchup should be silenced or locked up," that's the destruction of free speech and democracy.