Wobbly day despite beautiful weather in Denver.
Enveloping melancholy.
This is an excellent movie.
A quiet film that speaks volumes about good, evil, the places in between, and the resiliency of the human spirit.
As I type “the resiliency of the human spirit” I realize it is a god-awful cliche but it’s useful because it’s precise.
I recommend “The Secret Life of Words.”
Tonight I listen to fado and gesso and try not to worry too much. I try.
Paint Fumes 