July 20. Monday. I do some work. In the early afternoon I finally sit down and write about my failure to write about Cassavetes’ Love Streams, then publish the piece, then spend the rest of the day worrying about whether it was worth writing and sharing. This fruitlessly occupies most of the afternoon. I swear off writing anything ever again. Around six…
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