The idea of living a cinematic life. Somehow that came to dominate. Not so much that it was in the foreground of thought, but so much that it framed every shot I took, and as chances passed by…
So lights dimmed, and it seemed like more and more walking out of the theater was the way to go.
Just so, the way when one loves a cinematic moment, one describes it as “perfect”, and always, we say, life is anything but. As if the comparison is the way we look. And so I dressed in my favorite winter coat, all dressed up, and nowhere to go.
I woke up in the hospital.
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