The great thing about movies, and books too, when they're working for you, is that they take you into a different world. That means you're out of this one.
Oh, how I long to be out of this one sometimes, like now, when I'm thinking about how I don't know what to do about being depressed about Adrian having Alzheimer's and our lives together. Our lives that might be physically together, but are separate lonely non-encounters where neither one of us wants to be there.
I'm sitting here crying on a Sunday afternoon, weeping because I don't have the strength. Weeping because meditation isn't enough to get me through this. Weeping because I should have watched a movie instead of thinking about this shit.


