Blow-Up: The World In My Head
But is perception reality? Our knowledge of reality is grounded in our perception, so what if there is no material reality beyond our perception? That’s what Blow-Up led me to think about.
Thomas blows up photographs in Blow-Up to search for truth. When a pile of white blob emerges in the blown up version of his paparazzi shots of a tryst, Thomas decodes a narrative in which the man was shot, and points to the white blob as his corpse. An opportunity to play detective. An opportunity to infuse his photography with justice. He just couldn’t pass it up. Thus he embarks on a pursuit for truth, and returns to the “crime scene” to discover the body — except he forgets his camera. When he goes back a second time, the body is gone. The grass fresh and clean, and no murder is to be seen.
The blown up photo could be depicting pixelated noise, and his witnessing of the body could be mere hallucination. Without objective, factual proof, it could be that there was never a murder, and everything was in his head.
Perhaps it was just in his head: Thomas’s mind invents the drama in a search for meaning. He’s been seeing what he wants to see. Wouldn’t it make a good story if the elegant woman in the park who seems to be having an affair with the middle-aged man is actually part of an assassination? Wouldn’t it be heroic if he documents the murder and finds critical evidence? The excitement might stem from a nonexistent mystery. But I think, in light of his newfound crusade, the truth no longer matters to Thomas.
I recently rewatched Blade Runner: 2049, and an analysis piece has the following to say about the film’s grand reveal, through which the main character realizes he is not as special as he thought:
“K realizes that his memory of a wooden horse didn’t belong to him after all. It means he is not Rachael’s child, that he’s not a miracle, not special after all, but it no longer matters. The moment K thinks he is more and wants to be more, he becomes more. His perception is reality. It reprograms him.”
— Priscilla Page, The Poetry Of Blade Runner 2049
Similarly, for Thomas, the perception that he is after something righteous is enough to change him. Enough to reprogram him to focus on blown up pixels and find bodies in the park.
But what about for us, is perception reality? Our knowledge of reality is grounded in our perception, so what if there is no material reality beyond our perception? That’s what Blow-Up led me to think about. Maybe there is no underlying reality, and the conscious experience, the collective physical processes in the brain, is the only thing that exists. Maybe perception itself only occurs locally in the cerebrum — sort of like we are tricked to believe that our senses are perceiving, when it’s nothing more than a probe stimulating different areas of our brain. Maybe the man lives only in his head.
Sometimes, I think that if I were to die right now, right this second, I would be fine with that. I would be happy with how my life has been. I’m grateful for and feel fortunate to have had the experiences, company, and memories, mistakes, regrets, and pain that led me here. I’ve made peace with everything that has ever happened, everything that hasn’t ever happened. Everything that I don’t have, and everything that I haven’t seen. A part of that peace, I think, comes from viewing the world as contained in my head: if the world only exists insofar as consciousness exists, then after consciousness goes, the entire world vanishes. After me, the flood.
A Chinese idiom that I really like is 胸有丘壑. It describes a state of deep understanding of something, but literally translates to having the mountains and valleys in one’s heart. Indeed, if you hold the mountains and valleys in your heart, what matters with the outside? The ultimate joy of life shouldn’t depend on those external forces: vanity, applause, greed, desire, fame. At some point, one has to return to an inner tranquility, peace with oneself. So I should not get too caught up in the volatile chaotic things that I cannot control.
The world is not bigger than my head. If I do something, it should be because I enjoy doing it in the present — not the illusory promise of more, not as an investment that might pay off in some inexplicable, unforeseeable way. If loneliness strikes, it wouldn’t be able to take me because, at the very least, I still have myself. I know what I’m worth. I know what the world contained in my head is worth. It’s comforting to think that way.
At the end of the day, it’s pointless to argue about an unfalsifiable claim such as “you only live in your head.” Even without phenomenal reality, perceiving the world in one’s head may be equivalent to experiencing an underlying reality. To me, it’s more or less rhetoric, a mental device to help me through rough times. Sometimes, I’ll believe everything’s just imagination of my mind; other times, I’ll believe the opposite. I live on in both worlds. Just as Thomas does at the end of the film, as he picks up the tennis ball and joins the pantomime world.