I was in the middle of a conversation yesterday morning. It was a simple sentence (I'm unable to repeat it), that opened the door to the yawning pain, an ocean of sorrow...
Look at the events of the world, really take them in...the tears come like a rushing wave of water...
The Lovely Carla and I were supposed to go to a social event last night. It was an obligation, a good move, a politically savvy thing to do. Instead, we went to a movie...Wong Kar Wai's "2046." We were so happy when we got to the Music Box...we submerged ourselves in the sumptuous images...reminded again of the power of art.