The Power of Art

I've been querulous and second-guessing everything there is to second-guess this week. Nothing seems to make sense, and everything happens too slowly to satisfy me.

But this afternoon I cajoled Adam into skipping work 'early' and we watched "Contempt" at Film Forum. Somehow my soul feels full of warmth, callousness, and art. I feel a bit better equipped to deal with this weekend.

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