It is so easy to get off track, to allow fatigue to make you miss everything but the paycheck earning work. I fought back this week aside from the post illness fatigue and the lack of entertainment funds. I managed to carve out some pretty inspired moments in the hours between hard worked days and crashing into bed. I managed an amazing concert by a 20th Century French Composer, a French film on political asylum seekers, a gallery viewing, a book lecture, two museums and even spoke tiny bits of four languages and learned several words in sign language without ever spening a hard earned dime.
I marveled at dark wood concerthall stained blood red with light. I was inspired by a Chimp who knew more sign language than our entire cynical audience combined. I crawled into the dark red welcoming seats at the theater and endured two hours and fourty minutes of a film that has changed my perspective on life and my place in it.
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